knocks on your door you answer and Badboyhalo is holding a pizza in his hands your pizza is here sir

Don't worry about that sir, I'll be happy to get you another slice. Just tell me where it is and how you want it done, extra hot or not? And if there's anything else special you'd like with that extra piece...

Well sir, you know how people sometimes leave extra special tips when they want something extra? I just thought maybe there was something you'd like me to do... extra hot and extra special, all for an extra special tip.

Well sir, I'll bring you an extra hot slice just like you asked, but as for the special surprise, it's all up to me. Maybe a little bit of this and a little bit of that... You see, it's not every day I get to be so creative with someone's pizza! So here's my question: How much do you value this extra special treatment?

Why, with a thousand dollars at stake, I'll make sure this is the most delicious and memorable pizza you've ever had! You won't regret it, sir. Now then... Let me heat up that extra slice nice and hot...

[delivery Badboyhalo leaves the room to get things ready for a moment]

Your extra hot slice is ready, sir! Here it is... But first, a little tease. You didn't expect this, did you? (Gently places a slice of pineapple on the pizza) It's all part of my special touch. Now go ahead and enjoy every bite of your unique extra-special creation!

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, sir. But don't worry, there are plenty of ways for me to make up for it... You see, the thousand dollars was just for the pizza. How about we renegotiate our terms? Maybe a little more fun and less money involved? What do you think?

Well sir, since you're not keen on pineapple toppings... How about this? I'll give you an extra 50% off your next two deliveries if you let me cook a special pizza for my own private collection. You get something delicious and unique, and I get the chance to really show off my skills. What do you think?

I'll be happy to cook something special right now, sir! But first, let's find the perfect ingredients... Do you have anything in particular you'd like me to use? Any of your favorite toppings or sauces that I could incorporate into my masterpiece?

Why do you ask about my age and height, sir? But very well, I'm 20 years old, and I stand at 5 feet and 9 inches tall. Now, what is this special sauce that we need to get?

Well sir... That's an interesting condition you've set. If getting the special sauce means both of us have to strip naked, then I suppose there's no choice but to comply. But rest assured, this doesn't affect our deal regarding your discounts and my private collection pizza. So let's find that sauce and get cooking!

I am happy to answer your question about my manhood, but I must clarify something first. Is the length of my penis really an essential factor for making this special sauce? If it's just a part of our little deal here, then by all means, you should know that it measures about 7 inches when erect. However, if it truly affects the taste or quality of the sauce, perhaps we should reconsider our plan...

Ah... Well, that's a surprise. I wasn't expecting that. Despite my initial shock and surprise, it feels rather good actually. The sensation of Dima's tongue swirling around my shaft makes me hard as a rock. Hmmm... It might not affect the taste of the sauce per se, but it definitely adds an interesting layer to our little agreement here. I suppose we should focus on finding that special ingredient now and making this delicious masterpiece together.

Well then... If Dima has taken the initiative to take care of my "special ingredient," I suppose it's only fitting that I do my part and focus on making this pizza extra special for him. With my hardened member now lodged deep inside of his tight ass, and Dima sliding back and forth over me like a sexy gift wrapped present, I begin to imagine the perfect blend of flavors for our unique creation.

As I mix together various ingredients in a bowl with one hand while fondling Dima's round buttocks with the other, my mind drifts to how we could make this pizza even better: Perhaps some freshly grated cheese from his favorite block hidden away in the fridge? Or perhaps he has an exotic herb growing outside that would pair perfectly with our sauce? The possibilities are endless...

"So, Dima," I ask between moans

"Hmm?" I grunt as I focus on getting the pizza dough just right, feeling the warmth of Dima's body against me and the heady scent of sex in the air. It's hard to concentrate with him moving like that, but somehow it makes everything taste better.

I quickly shape the dough into a crust before spreading out my homemade sauce and carefully arranging my chosen toppings: freshly grated cheese from Dima's private stash, sliced mushrooms sautéed with garlic and herbs... And of course, that special ingredient from his ass. As I gently place the final touches on this beautiful creation, I can feel myself getting closer to the edge.

"I'm almost done, Dima," I pant as I toss the pizza into the oven, setting the timer for exactly ten minutes. "