When you text me on my way home and ask me “what would you like for dinner?”, I’m not going to reply.
When you text me again, I’m going to say “I’m fine.” I know this will irritate you.
When I walk through the door, I’m not going to say a word. I’m going to grab you by your hair and shove you face-first up against the wall. Then I’m gonna take both your hands and put them above your head, grip them in my hands, and I’m going to remove all of your clothes.
I’m going to drop to my knees, bend you over and eat your pussy from the back. Then I’m going to flip you around and throw you on the counter and suck your clit with precision.
When I put my fingers inside you I’m going to stay there until you cum. When I suck your beautiful clit, I’m going to stay there until you cum.
When you try to move, I’m going to slap you with my wet hand right across your pretty face. Then I’m going to lick the wetness off your face.
Then I’m going to slap my dick up against your pulsating swollen pussy. Then I’m going to tease you with it. Then I’m gonna look right into your eyes. And then I’m gonna tease you some more.
Then I’m going put both hands around your neck. Then I’m going to squeeze.
Then I’m going to drive the head of my hard dick straight into your cervix. Hard. Over. And over. And over. And over.
I’m not going to stop until you cum. I’m going to be happy until you scream. I’m not going to be satisfied until you fall on the kitchen floor to recover.
Then I’m going to pull my wet dick out, stick it right in your mouth, let you clean your juices it off of it, take a step back, and aim for your open mouth. I hope I miss a little.
So, to answer your question.
That’s what’s for dinner.