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Authors: Alexandrinha Abbott
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ocean. The mingling scents made for an enticing blend. He was so aroused that he thought he might faint.
Toby took a deep breath to steady himself, but the caviar, soap and aroma of her pussy were almost too much for him to handle. He needed a palate cleanser. A bowl of cold mint sorbet was the answer he needed. Toby pushed Emma backward onto the table so that her back and head made contact with the cold steel. She gasped in shock and surprise at the sensation. The next thing she felt was the cold metal spoon Toby used to ladle the mint sorbet into her hot, flushed pussy.
The chef went back to work on her slit. He pushed the melting sorbet deep inside her with the forefingers of both hands while licking every available surface of her pussy with his tongue. Compared to the cold melting sorbet, his tongue was hot. The contrast made her twitch, but the combination of his fingers thrusting inside her and his persistent licking made her explode. Toby continued to lap the palate cleanser from her pussy as he fucked her with his fingers. He could feel the contractions from her orgasm as they traveled across his digits. Still, the tray he had brought to the kitchen was far from empty.
He removed his fingers from her throbbing center and sucked every trace of mint sorbet and pussy juice from her slit and surrounding areas. Then he licked his fingers clean.
When she stopped shuddering, she finally spoke. "How am I going to face you at work tomorrow?" she asked him.
"Everything will be just fine," he assured her. "I really care about you. Just don't tell the other waitresses, okay? They love to gossip."
She nodded her head on the table. Her legs were still hanging over the edge of the stainless steel; they were trembling.
Toby removed a jar of honey from the nearby tray. He knew from experience that honey makes a lousy lubricant. The substance is too stick y to reduce friction when it's cold. It becomes too runny when it reaches body temperature, and it creates a tacky mess that isn't fun to clean. However, he just happened to enjoy the sticky sensation of skin stuck on skin and the cloying sweetness of honey on a lover's body.
"Push yourself back on the table," he said. He helped Emma scoot backward so her legs were no longer dangling off the side.
Toby unscrewed the cap of the honey jar and turned it upside down directly between Emma's perky breasts. With nearly infinite slowness, the thick viscous substance followed the pull of gravity and drizzled across her chest. He moved the jar down the length of her body, leaving behind a shiny trail of the amber honey from her collarbones to the opening of her pussy, and she still hadn't even seen his cock.
A long zucchini found its way into his right hand. With his left, he picked up an expensive bottle of truffle oil. He had already removed its cap. He drizzled the truffle oil down between her legs and coated the lower half of the zucchini with the slick stuff before inserting it inside the hole between her thighs without further preamble.
"Toby, no," she whined as he began to slide the vegetable up and down between her legs.
"Shush," he said. "I promise you will like it."
He laid one hand low on her sticky stomach while he slid the zucchini in and out of her pussy. Her excitement and the truffle oil offered no resistance to the large vegetable. He stared intently at the place where the first six inches of the vegetable plunged into view before disappearing again repeatedly. He pressed down hard on her lower belly and reached his fingertips toward her swollen clitoris while he continued his movements. Deftly, he massaged the glistening flesh. It didn't take long before the involuntary movements that started deep within her began to make the zucchini in his hand jump and twitch. He knew she was having an orgasm.
With the skill that comes with practice, he leapt into position above her on the cold steel table and lowered his
Toby took a deep breath to steady himself, but the caviar, soap and aroma of her pussy were almost too much for him to handle. He needed a palate cleanser. A bowl of cold mint sorbet was the answer he needed. Toby pushed Emma backward onto the table so that her back and head made contact with the cold steel. She gasped in shock and surprise at the sensation. The next thing she felt was the cold metal spoon Toby used to ladle the mint sorbet into her hot, flushed pussy.
The chef went back to work on her slit. He pushed the melting sorbet deep inside her with the forefingers of both hands while licking every available surface of her pussy with his tongue. Compared to the cold melting sorbet, his tongue was hot. The contrast made her twitch, but the combination of his fingers thrusting inside her and his persistent licking made her explode. Toby continued to lap the palate cleanser from her pussy as he fucked her with his fingers. He could feel the contractions from her orgasm as they traveled across his digits. Still, the tray he had brought to the kitchen was far from empty.
He removed his fingers from her throbbing center and sucked every trace of mint sorbet and pussy juice from her slit and surrounding areas. Then he licked his fingers clean.
When she stopped shuddering, she finally spoke. "How am I going to face you at work tomorrow?" she asked him.
"Everything will be just fine," he assured her. "I really care about you. Just don't tell the other waitresses, okay? They love to gossip."
She nodded her head on the table. Her legs were still hanging over the edge of the stainless steel; they were trembling.
Toby removed a jar of honey from the nearby tray. He knew from experience that honey makes a lousy lubricant. The substance is too stick y to reduce friction when it's cold. It becomes too runny when it reaches body temperature, and it creates a tacky mess that isn't fun to clean. However, he just happened to enjoy the sticky sensation of skin stuck on skin and the cloying sweetness of honey on a lover's body.
"Push yourself back on the table," he said. He helped Emma scoot backward so her legs were no longer dangling off the side.
Toby unscrewed the cap of the honey jar and turned it upside down directly between Emma's perky breasts. With nearly infinite slowness, the thick viscous substance followed the pull of gravity and drizzled across her chest. He moved the jar down the length of her body, leaving behind a shiny trail of the amber honey from her collarbones to the opening of her pussy, and she still hadn't even seen his cock.
A long zucchini found its way into his right hand. With his left, he picked up an expensive bottle of truffle oil. He had already removed its cap. He drizzled the truffle oil down between her legs and coated the lower half of the zucchini with the slick stuff before inserting it inside the hole between her thighs without further preamble.
"Toby, no," she whined as he began to slide the vegetable up and down between her legs.
"Shush," he said. "I promise you will like it."
He laid one hand low on her sticky stomach while he slid the zucchini in and out of her pussy. Her excitement and the truffle oil offered no resistance to the large vegetable. He stared intently at the place where the first six inches of the vegetable plunged into view before disappearing again repeatedly. He pressed down hard on her lower belly and reached his fingertips toward her swollen clitoris while he continued his movements. Deftly, he massaged the glistening flesh. It didn't take long before the involuntary movements that started deep within her began to make the zucchini in his hand jump and twitch. He knew she was having an orgasm.
With the skill that comes with practice, he leapt into position above her on the cold steel table and lowered his
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