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Authors: Alexandrinha Abbott
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like the round pats of butter he used to top his spuds.
The chef lowered his lips to one flawless breast and sucked her nipple between his teeth. It hardened against his tongue. Emma moaned as he moved to the other breast. Her other nipple disappeared into his mouth. His tongue ran circles around the nub of flesh while his thumb rubbed the other nipple. He wanted her to moan louder. He wanted to make her feel things she had never experienced before.
He resumed kissing her then. If she was self-conscious sitting naked in the restaurant kitchen, she didn't show it. He liked that. One big hand found her inner thigh. He experimented with bringing two fingers closer to her hairless lips. When she didn't resist, he tip-toed his fingers to the place where her body still lay closed to him. Pushing his tongue deeper into her warm, wet mouth, he drove his fingers home.
Emma's body stiffened slightly at the feeling of his fingers penetrating her pussy, but she began to moan and squeezed his fingers with the muscles deep inside her. He moaned in return. Without removing his mouth from hers, he began to probe her center rhythmically. Toby felt her liquid coat his fingers, so he pulled them from her hole to quickly rub her clitoris before plunging them back inside her. She was sweet and responsive. He could smell the distinctive aroma of her pussy wafting toward his sensitive nostrils.
"Should we really be doing this?" she asked him.
"I really like you Emma," he replied. "You deserve something special." His voice was deep and husky. His desire was thick like pudding. Toby could feel her lust for him like it was a tangible thing, waiting to explode. He wanted to make her pussy throb and pulse with every heartbeat. He wanted to hear her scream his name.
She opened her legs wider to him. He took it as an invitation. Without removing his fingers from her warmth, Toby lowered his head until it was level with her pussy. He stroked her insides with his fingers while lapping her clitoris with his tongue. He was a man who appreciated bold flavors and subtle aromas. It's what drove him to become a chef in the first place. He was a gourmand.
He loved to work with food for the same reason he was enjoying his tongue in her snatch. He was a slave to texture, taste, smell and combinations of those elements.
He regretfully removed his mouth and fingers from her snatch. "I'll be right back," he said. "I have a surprise for you."
Toby moved away from her in the direction of the walk-in cooler, leaving her there naked on the stainless steel table. In just a matter of hours, his sous chefs would be chopping carrots and grating cheese on that work station. For now, only Emma's posterior and moist vagina pressed against its surface.
When he returned, he was carrying a large tray. It was covered with small plates, bowls and other objects that he couldn't wait to share with her. As he entered the room with his surprise, his flicked on the massive overhead lights. She squinted in the glare from the fluorescent bulbs. To her credit, she didn't try to cover her nakedness. He placed the tray on another table behind her, where she couldn't see it, and resumed his ministrations to her wet pussy.
Emma pressed her small white hands against the back of his head and began to moan. Toby reached for the first small bowl on the tray that he had carried in. With his fingers, he scooped up a small amount of the substance within. It was caviar.
Rising from her pussy, he pushed a caviar-covered finger into her mouth. She sucked it enthusiastically. He removed his finger from her mouth and dipped it back into the delicacy. This time, he spread a small layer of the expensive fish eggs onto each of her pale nipples. She didn't complain. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and sucked the caviar off each nipple, one at a time. The combination of textures was exquisite. Her skin smelled like perfume, and the caviar smelled like the
The chef lowered his lips to one flawless breast and sucked her nipple between his teeth. It hardened against his tongue. Emma moaned as he moved to the other breast. Her other nipple disappeared into his mouth. His tongue ran circles around the nub of flesh while his thumb rubbed the other nipple. He wanted her to moan louder. He wanted to make her feel things she had never experienced before.
He resumed kissing her then. If she was self-conscious sitting naked in the restaurant kitchen, she didn't show it. He liked that. One big hand found her inner thigh. He experimented with bringing two fingers closer to her hairless lips. When she didn't resist, he tip-toed his fingers to the place where her body still lay closed to him. Pushing his tongue deeper into her warm, wet mouth, he drove his fingers home.
Emma's body stiffened slightly at the feeling of his fingers penetrating her pussy, but she began to moan and squeezed his fingers with the muscles deep inside her. He moaned in return. Without removing his mouth from hers, he began to probe her center rhythmically. Toby felt her liquid coat his fingers, so he pulled them from her hole to quickly rub her clitoris before plunging them back inside her. She was sweet and responsive. He could smell the distinctive aroma of her pussy wafting toward his sensitive nostrils.
"Should we really be doing this?" she asked him.
"I really like you Emma," he replied. "You deserve something special." His voice was deep and husky. His desire was thick like pudding. Toby could feel her lust for him like it was a tangible thing, waiting to explode. He wanted to make her pussy throb and pulse with every heartbeat. He wanted to hear her scream his name.
She opened her legs wider to him. He took it as an invitation. Without removing his fingers from her warmth, Toby lowered his head until it was level with her pussy. He stroked her insides with his fingers while lapping her clitoris with his tongue. He was a man who appreciated bold flavors and subtle aromas. It's what drove him to become a chef in the first place. He was a gourmand.
He loved to work with food for the same reason he was enjoying his tongue in her snatch. He was a slave to texture, taste, smell and combinations of those elements.
He regretfully removed his mouth and fingers from her snatch. "I'll be right back," he said. "I have a surprise for you."
Toby moved away from her in the direction of the walk-in cooler, leaving her there naked on the stainless steel table. In just a matter of hours, his sous chefs would be chopping carrots and grating cheese on that work station. For now, only Emma's posterior and moist vagina pressed against its surface.
When he returned, he was carrying a large tray. It was covered with small plates, bowls and other objects that he couldn't wait to share with her. As he entered the room with his surprise, his flicked on the massive overhead lights. She squinted in the glare from the fluorescent bulbs. To her credit, she didn't try to cover her nakedness. He placed the tray on another table behind her, where she couldn't see it, and resumed his ministrations to her wet pussy.
Emma pressed her small white hands against the back of his head and began to moan. Toby reached for the first small bowl on the tray that he had carried in. With his fingers, he scooped up a small amount of the substance within. It was caviar.
Rising from her pussy, he pushed a caviar-covered finger into her mouth. She sucked it enthusiastically. He removed his finger from her mouth and dipped it back into the delicacy. This time, he spread a small layer of the expensive fish eggs onto each of her pale nipples. She didn't complain. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and sucked the caviar off each nipple, one at a time. The combination of textures was exquisite. Her skin smelled like perfume, and the caviar smelled like the
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