Boning the Pizza

'75 degrees Fahrenheit'. You take the cooking thermometer out of Anchovy. The kitchen floor was clean, you were nude, and the pizza slime was impatient. Perfect.
Seemingly realizing how eager she looks, your cheesy gf tries to save face. "What kind of pervert wants to fuck a pizza, anyway?"
"But I recall you were begging me after I asked just 30 minutes ago. Are you saying you don't want me to stuff your crust with my all-natural sausage or glaze you with my-"
"Alright, enough. You're officially banned from making puns before, during, and after sex." Anchovy says, having been cringing after every one of your awful puns.
Without a another word, she immediately takes hold of your dick. Even at room temperature, her limbs were naturally gooey and dripping with cheese, which quickly made you hard.
Then she presses her palm against the head of your cock. Slowly, it sinks into her arm. Looking pleased with herself, she begins moving it.

There's just something about the feeling of cheese on your penis combined with Anchovy's natural viscosity that you can't get enough of.
She moves her arm so it encompasses your entire length before pulling back and repeating the process.
Each time she takes you up to your hilt, cheese sticks to your body. Of course, you're not focusing on that.
Her speeding up breaks your thought and you're back to focusing on the armjob.
Utter bliss takes you as you release inside. Anchovy slowly pulls away, leaving strings of cheese and cum connecting you. Her arm shifts to form over the hole your sexcapade made.
Still, you don't feel like finishing with just an armjob. "One more?" you ask. She holds up a single sticky digit. "One more."

The pizza slime positions herself against against the wall. She seems to be dripping grease. Damn it, now you'll have to clean that up too.
Anchovy lifts one of her cheeks, showing off her lack of gentials. Would it have killed her to have made some this time around?
Swaying her butt to make herself more appealing, she speaks in a hushed voice, almost as if she's embarassed to even say it, "Come on, stuff my crust~"
"Hey, you stole that from me!" you say accusingly. Anchovy scoffs, "Oh please, you weren't even being clever when you said that. Besides, you're banned from the puns."
Whatever. Anyway, if you can't find a hole, make one. Penetrating her cheese flesh easily, you take hold of her hips.
Yes, you can stick it in anywhere with a slime girl, but ramming it into her chest won't get you the same level of intimacy that 'vanilla' positions will.
As you pump, Anchovy pants hot and heavy breaths. No, you don't know how that's possible with her lack of lungs or at her current temperature, nor do you care to know.
More of her sticks to your body, making it harder to keep fucking her. Your thrusts become weaker until her butt's completely stuck to you, no matter how much you try to tear away.
"Uh, babe? I'm stuck." you wheeze out. Anchovy looks back at her butt, then you, before saying, "One sec." and taking a deep breath.
Her entire body starts shifting around: her head faces towards you, her back becomes her front, and what was once her ass is now her crotch.
After placing her hands on your shoulders, along with your help, she manages to separate your groins.
With your own hands still on her hips, you push her back down onto your cock. "H-hey!" she exclaims.
As you bounce her, Anchovy assists by continuing to use your shoulders as leverage.
A familiar feeling arises in your dick as you give her a quick peck on the lips. With a final slam, you and Anchovy climax together, a mixture of cum and grease spilling from her hole.
The two of you fall to the floor in a tired sticky heap. Anchovy falls asleep immediately, squeezing you into a hug and lightly snoring.
Just one thought lingers as you close your eyes: "It's going to be a pain to clean this up in the morning."