She slipped out of bed, dragging the top sheet with her, to wrap around her naked body. Standing in the doorway, she watched him for a moment. He was ...aying on the exercise bench with a 20 pound dumb bell in each hand. Lowering them to the floor and raising them above his head, with straightened arms. His chest was already covered in sweat and she could smell his manliness. She loved the smell of a man. That unmistakable aroma of masculinity. She loved to look at a naked man, being quite a. Semen ran from the side of her face down to her mouth. She held out her tongue trying to reach every bit of cum she could before the man stuck his semen dripping cock back into her mouth. The man licking Summer's ass reached up and wiped some of the cum off her face. He rubbed his semen soaked fingers all over her ass. He then asked if Summer was ready to fuck, to which she replied, " Yes, sir. Please fuck me sir." The man pressed his cock firmly against her hole. She could feel her ass slowly. Well youre the only omnivore in this room. He snickered, raising an eyebrow as he habitually crossed his arms. Oh. She looked at the remains of the meal sheepishly, sucking on another piece of sweet red fruit. Realizing that there was no meat left, a pang of guilt hit her heart. She glanced back at the prince, who immediately responded, Im full, do not look down on yourself. You only took what I offered, there is no reason to be shameful. Alright… She said, giving him room to change his. But I don’t know how to get past this. What should I do?Sincerely,Gabe*Dearest Gabe,Ah, men and their culinary insecurity - a problem with an understandable root in our nature. The man as the provider evolved to find a sense of self-worth in how well he can satiate his woman’s appetite. And in today’s over-culinarized culture, men tend to think that if they aren’t the best chef their woman has ever had, then she’s deeply dissatisfied with their relationship and longs to leave. She must be going.