Muffins

The delicate scent of baking muffins wafted from the kitchen. Xander lifted his head at the appealing aroma and was lured into the kitchen. Andrew was just leaning into the oven, removing a pan of blueberry delights. Xander stood admiringly behind him.

"My, Andrew. Those are some delicious looking muffins you have there." Xander's mouth watered at the sight of Andrew's luscious gifts.

"Thanks, Xan-man. I made them myself and I think you'll find them fairly tasty."

"Oh, I'm sure I will," Xander said, kneeling and biting at Andrew's tight round ass.

"What the hell are you biting?"

"Your muffins."