Saucy Sketch Tuesday #63 (Patreon)

He opened his mouth at once. She had tortured him by making him sit in his boxer briefs, arms restrained at his sides, while she had finished cooking the night's meal. The whole kitchen was a study in mouthwatering smells, and his rumbling stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten in hours.

With the ease of practice, she slipped the pudding into his mouth. He swallowed, and it was gone in an instant.

"How is it?" she asked, tilting her head with mock concern. "Did I add enough seasoning?"

"Just right," he managed to say. "Can I have another bite, darling?"

"Oh, but honey," she said, a wicked glint in her eye, "I wouldn't want to spoil your appetite..."