SVTFOE (StarXAnon) Cinnamon Rolls (Extremely lewd foodplay!)

*Knock knock knock*
>”Annonnnn! Are you in there?”
>No! Nonono! Just a few more hours of sleep. This damn bug keeps you up all night and then expects you to get up the same time she does every morning. How the hell does she even function with so little sleep? Alright, just play it cool, maybe she’ll give up and go away.
*Knock knock knock knock knock*
>Ok, maybe no-
*SLAM SLAM SLAM*
>It starts to become obvious that this is today’s wake up call. God. DAMN IT.
>”HEY! Big guy! I know you’re in there! Ohhhh that’s it, I get it... Am I interrupting something? How come you won’t open the door huh? Is it cause you’re waxing the weasel? Polishing the doorknob? Wrestling the cyclops? Dropping the kids off at the poo-”
>You fling the door open, which is something you find yourself doing often when you have this girl bugging you outside your bedroom for the thousandth time.
God damn it Star! I was sleeping! SLEEPING! And that last one isn’t even a euphemism for masturbation, by the way.
>”What? What do you mean? Why would you call it “kids” then? Like, kids? Sperm? Unborn babies? Spent heirs, mini genoci-”
Alright alright! Jesus christ Star. I don’t know, ok? Nothing on earth makes complete total sense, especially language… are those cinnamon rolls?
>You avert your gaze from Star’s pretty eyes to find her holding out two plates, each with a fresh cinnamon roll neatly arranged in the center. They were still steaming and from the look of them, appeared to be absolutely delicious. You take a whiff of the air, and you find yourself lost in a sea of sugar and cinnamon, soft and fluffy pastry bread, and sweet and creamy frosting dusted with crushed, candied pecan.
Holy shit! CINNAMON ROLLS! I LOVE CINNAMON ROLLS!!!!
>”Uhhh, DUH! You think I wouldn’t wake up my homie for some hot cinnamon roll action? What kind of girl do you think I am?”
Ohh man! Hand it over! Angie seriously makes these so damn good, I have no idea what she does that makes them so much better than the ones I try to make.
>”Here you go, this one’s for you.”
>You nearly rip the plate from her hands as you feast your eyes on the decadent treat that lays before you. You take no more time to appreciate it, it’s time to CHOW THE FUCK DOWN! You take the first bite, the roll easily yielding to the effort, and ever-so-delicately melting on your tongue.
Mmmm! Ohhh my god, these are amaazinnnggg. Every single damn time. I think I’m gonna cry.
>You almost completely forgot Star was in the room. You finally open your eyes to see her staring at you, biting her lip with a light blush on her face.
>”Wooooww… You REALLY like those cinnamon rolls Anon. Bet it tastes great huh?”
Why are you staring at me like that? Ohh… Oh no. You didn’t.
>”What? Did what?”
Did you fart cinnamon on these or something? Did drizzle your own homemade “cinnamon cream” all over it so you can watch me eat it!?
>”WHAT!? NO!!? Jeeze Anon! I know I’m messed up in the head, but I’m not THAT messed up. I’m kind of insulted dude. What kind of thing would that be to do to you!”
>You suddenly feel a pang of guilt for even insinuating something so ridiculous.
Hey... I’m sorry Star. That wasn’t cool. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions so fast.
>”You’re damn right it wasn’t cool. I’m not some like, degenerate or something that would find that really, really, really hot. That’s just weird! And uhh, not the good kind either!”
>You take the last few bites of your cinnamon roll, regretting that this would be the last morsel you’d have of them until Angie made some more. She always made just enough for the family. Small batches, made with love, and damn did it make a difference.
Look Star, I hope you can forgive me. I shouldn’t have made crazy accusations like that. I’m a real dumbass sometimes.
>Star puts her plate down on top the empty one you placed down on your desk. She marches right up to you and puts her face close to yours. You can smell the sweetness of her breath, and the smell of her shampoo and feminine cinnamon scent mixed with the scent of the cinnamon roll. But honestly, you couldn’t tell the difference most of the time anyway.
>”Well… I don’t know, Anon. That was sort of rude. Mayyybe I’d forgive you…”
Maybe!?
>”Yea. Maybe. It's just that… Welllll... I need a favor of sorts.”
What type of favor exactly?
>”It's kind of hard to ask for, can I just show you instead?”
Well, sure, I guess, I don’t ge-mmmmff!
>Star pushes her lips to yours as she jumps onto your shoes, grabbing you into a bear hug as she shoves her tongue down your throat.
Hhnnff!! Mmnfg!
>Star’s lips release from yours, leaving a trail of sticky sweet saliva between you as she stares up into your eyes.
>”Wow, you’re right Anon. Angie’s cinnamon rolls taste soooo good. Just tasting it on your lips was delicious.”
>You quickly snap of the daze Star’s kiss put you in, realizing the full weight of the situation unfolding before you.
STAR! What the hell are you doing!!? I told you! We can’t ever even think about doing that stuff EVER AGAIN! It’s too risky! And everybody’s home for fuck’s sake! Do you know what’ll happen to me if we get caught? They’ll tear me apart Star! I won’t even make it to prison, I’ll be buried in a shallow grave next to some cactus in the backyard! WHOA-OOOF!!
>Star nearly throws you against the wall next to your bedroom door. The look in her eyes is dangerous. You know from experience that she’s completely lost in lust. You had to do something! This was way too risky! You should have known she’d go back on her promises.
>”Ooo, but Anonnn, we aren’t doing that, silly boyyy…”
>Her tone is dripping with seduction and to your horror, it’s working, it’s making your skin crawl with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. You know you can’t resist her, she’s too strong and she’ll only re-awaken all that bottled up attraction you have for her. You just hope she’ll listen to reason before you’re both caught in a hellstorm of lust again. You lower your tone of voice to try to plead with her as she starts rifling through your pants.
Star, please. Just think about this for a second. Marco could come down at any moment and catch us! Please please please! I’m begging you to stop. Stop Starr-rrnnnnngggg!
>Star finds your swollen member between her fingertips and firmly squeezes the head, sending shocks through your entire body.
>”Ooo, you’re REALLY hard Anon. Are you sure you want me to stop? Cause it doesn’t seem like you do. Hehehe”
Uhhhh-hhhhuuuhhhnnnfff. Ssstoppp...ohhh godddd. Not so rough, fuuuck! Fuuuuuccckk!
>You can’t even handle the way she’s looking at you with those sexy half lidded eyes, with every word she whispers expelling hot breath that tickles your face. Not to add that with each breath, she tugs your cock harder and harder, desperate to stroke your manmeat with her soft little hands.
S-ssstarrrr… uhhhhhggghh
>”Ok so, about that favor.”
W-what!? This isn’t the favor?
>”Nope.”
Aww c’mon! What is it then?
>”Look away for a second.”
>You comply, wondering what this girl was up to, terrified to give in to the building pleasure in your loins. Star grabs you from behind, tucking her arm behind you and pulling you closely against her side.  You feel your pants fall to your ankles as Star fully exposes your lower half to the air. You hear a small clanking noise, and feel the tip of your cock being tapped against something gooey and warm.
Wait a second here! Are we seriously-
You look down to find your dick in Star’s hand, being gently smushed into the cinnamon roll she brought down for herself.
>”See Anon, I was trying to be such a goooood friend that I ended up giving you the cinnamon roll with more frosting. And now I regret it. I should have ate the one I gave you. Now I don’t have enough yummmmy, stiiickkky, cccreeeeaaamy frosting to eat my cinnamon roll with.”
>She shoots you one of the most devious looks you’ve seen her give you, her mouth dripping with drool and a dreamy look in her eyes. She accentuates it with another tight squeeze of your shaft in her warm, nimble hands.
Ohh god. Star! What the fuck! I thought you said it was too weird!
>”Oh not at all Anon, I thought the opposite was weird. But THIS.”
>You feel yet another tap of your rod against the warm, creamy surface of the cinnamony treat.
>”This is super hot.”
>And with that, Star begins to pump you. You look down to see her work you, but a wet, sloppy kiss blocks your sight. You groan into it, feeling her fingers and palm jerking you with a steady rhythm that makes your toes curl.
>”Nuh-uh Anon, you don’t get to see till it’s over. OK big guy? Just breathe, that’s right. Heheh, Jeeze, your heart’s beating like a jackhammer. Hey, I don’t want you passing out on me, alright? Deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths.”
Uuunnnnhhhh…Hahhhhh. Hahhhhhh!!! Oh fuck! Ohhhh Starrrr... Where did you even get this crazy ideaaahhaaahh!
>Her beautiful blue eyes meet yours, her gaze piercing your very soul as she tilts her eyebrow seductively.
>”You really wanna know Anon?”
>She puts her face up close to your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine as her hands continue to stroke your throbbing member.
>”Your internet history.”
W-WHAT!? I-i-i! I can explain! I was just curious ok!?
>”Mmm… heheheh. Curious huh? Good to know. Because I’m curious as well. Realllllly curious. I think you can tell.”
>Star doubles her pace as she forces you to stare in her eyes. You can barely even think straight as she pounds away, desperate to make you spill your hot seed all over her breakfast.
>”Mmm, that’s right. You getting close big guy? You gonna let it out yet?”
Nnnf- no… Not...  yet!
>You hear commotion from upstairs, and it strikes fear into your heart.
Oh god! Starrr!!!!!! What if someone comes down? What if they hear us!?
>”Uh oh. You better hurry up then, Anon! I don’t have my scissors. There’s no escape plan here. C’mon champ… Let it go! Shoot it for your pretty little princess. Give her some hot sticky white frosting!”
>Your heart was in your throat, beating fast enough to make you dizzy from its efforts to keep you alive. Your head swells with a mixture of extreme arousal and primal fear. You can feel yourself trembling just thinking about getting caught with Star like this.
You crazy bitch! You did this on purpose didn’t you!?
>She gives you the biggest naughty grin, her heart cheeks beginning to glow from arousal and embarrassment. Damn this stupid bug! You had to make this go faster! You snake the hand that was wrapped around her tiny frame and lift under her skirt, desperate to speed things up by plunging your finger into her sopping wet slit. Your other hand tugs at her shoulder straps, half exposing her cute, perky little pink nipples to the cold air of the room.
>”C’mon dude! Hurry up! H-hey! What are you doing-ooohhhhhhhhh… Annonnnn.”
>You pepper her smooth shoulders with kisses and bites as you push two fingers inside her, her tight snatch squeezing against them as her moistness envelops them both.
I’m hurrying up, like you said. Wow… you’re soaked! Holy shit, Star, you’re gonna need to change after this for sure…
>”Hhhhnnng! Annonnn! Ohhhhhhhh.”
>Star’s body quakes in your arms, your fingers invading her tight little princess pussy you’ve grown so accustomed to enjoying. Her whole body seems to grind into your hand as she starts to pump you as fast as she can. You feel an orgasm beginning to build. Her eyes alone were enough to make you squirt, but the entire experience has you aching to find release.
“Ohhh fuck! C’mon Anon! Paint my plate, blast that warm little cinnamon roll with that hot creamy load.”
>Just then, you hear a noise at the top of the basement stairs outside your room. You both shake in each other's arms as your little “game” ceases, gazing at one another with anticipation of the worst, wondering, in silent terror, if this was the moment where you get caught.
>*”Yea mom! I’m telling you, you gotta make more than just one batch!”* *CLANK!* a loud noise  startles the both of you, sending you both jumping, almost knocking the roll off the plate. Her pussy tightens to that of a vice, almost ejecting your fingers as you both prepare for the worst. You hear the door slam, accompanied by footsteps walking away from the basement steps. You both sigh as the situation processes in your heads. Marco was just throwing out some recycling into the bin at the foot of the stairs. Star looks at you, and you back at her, and silence washes over you for a moment. But that moment is fleeting, as you both continue as fast as you possibly can, desperate to finish.
>Star’s assault on you begins to be too much to bear, and her lips meet yours as your thick cock throbs in her tiny hands.
>”Ohh man, that was so close. Just give it up already Anon. Let it all out for your pretty princess.  Hurry! Please, I’m begging you. Cum for me. Cum!”
>Her encouragement makes you nearly vibrate in her grip, sending waves of pleasure over you as your mind floods with the beginnings of an intense orgasm. You attempt to quiet yourself, gasping in hushed silence as you try to stifle your orgasm to a more controllable level. But you can’t. You feel yourself let loose, shaking violently as Star tries to hold your leaking cock steady over her dessert.
UUUUHHNNNNGHHH!!! OHHH FUCK! STARRR!!! STARRRRRRRR!!!!!
>You explode with such intensity that you can hear the plate ring out as you messily cover it and the cinnamon roll in the center of it.
>Star is lost in the show of it all, and you finally get to look down as you watch yourself erupt all over the roll. Sticky hot ropes of cum mix with the creamy white frosting, becoming almost indiscernible from the rest of it. Your buck your hips into her hand as she squeezes every last drop out onto her freshly cum-basted treat.
>”Woooooow! Hohhoohooo, that was ALOT of frosting Anon. Holy crap.”
Ohhhh fuck. That was sooooo intense. I need to sit down for a second.
>”Yea, yea, sit down, you’ve earned it.”
>You collapse in your computer chair as the cool air of the room wafts over your brow, bathed in sweat from the efforts of your degenerate passion.
You’re a crazy girl Star, I mean, really, wow, that was someth-ooof! Hey! What’s the deal?
>”Oh, you thought we were done? Now you get to watch me eat it alllll upppp while I sit in your lap, you dummy.”
Jesus christ Star.
“Hey, blame your internet habits, not me. Now keep those eyes open. I don’t want you missing one second of this.”
>Star makes sure she keeps eye contact as she takes her first bite, leaving sticky strands hanging off her lips as she pulls the treat away from her face. Her tongue laps them away as they disappear into her mouth.
>”Mmm. Oh my godddd, it's even better this way. It’s like putting sea salt on a chocolate pretzel, or sugar on your burrito.”
>She takes another bite, this time much bigger, smearing the cum frosting all over her chubby little cheeks.
>”Mmmmmhhhhmhmhmh… its sooo good. So sweet and salty and savory. You gotta try some.”
EW! Gross! No fucking way Star. You eat it.
>”Hehehe, that I will anon. Watch it all disappear before your very eyes.”
>She takes the rest of the roll and slowly wipes it across the plate, making sure to sop up every little extra bit of splooge for her final bite. She gives you a wink as she throws it into the back of her throat, eager to enjoy the last of her sticky, sweet, and salty treat. She takes the plate and starts to clean it with her wet tongue, making sure to lick every little inch of it while she stares into your eyes. You feel yourself twitching under her. This whole experience made you want to fill her little royal princesshood again. But you know you can’t. But damn it. It’s been so long since you felt her tight, wet, fleshy walls around your royal scepter. It frustrates you.
Wow.
>”Mmmhhhmmmm. You loved watching that didn’t you, freak?”
Yea. You’re right. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. But I gotta say... you’re really messed up Star.
>”Heheh, yea, but so are you, Anon. My little weirdo.”
>You suddenly feel her lips pressed against yours, the taste of both the cinnamon roll and your own brand lingering on your lips.
AHHHH C’MON STAR! GROSS!
>”Oh puh-leese. If I asked you to tongue it out of me in the heat of the moment, I bet money you would.”
N-no I wouldn’t!
>”Ok, fine, how much money do you feel like losing?”
FINE. Fine, you win. Are we done now?
>”Nope, one more thing to finish the favor?”
Aww for FUCK’S SAKE. What now?
>You feel a hand tug you out of the seat, sending you flying up to your legs as she steadies herself against you.
>”Get your pants back on, we’re going upstairs.”
What!? Are you crazy?
>”Yea, probably. Now c’mon. Angie’s still in the kitchen doing the dishes. I want to see the look on your face when you hand her this plate.”
>This girl was going to be the end of you.
>Seriously.