His eyes became slits, shining with anticipation as the sight before him. Slowly, licking his lips, he pressed one finger into the soft, gooey texture as he let out an involuntary moan at the instance of it’s promising warmth and the way it wrapped tightly around his finger. Withdrawing, he immediately put his finger in his mouth, moans increasing as he sucked off all the sweet goodness, never sparing his lips either. Not pleased enough, he slowly prodded it with an extra finger, sweetness and sugar clinging on to his soiled fingers as he sucked them all off with pace and momentum, accompanied by louder moans and the occasional sound of his lips smacking together – the door opened with a loud force, causing him to gasp in sudden shock and spring around instantly, only to come face to face with his wife who was wearing a nightgown and a frown on her face.
“What have I told you about directly eating Nutella from the jar past midnight ?”
