The kitchen drawers 6

You wrench open drawers of knives, forks, spatulas and more kitchen ephemera. Shifting through them as fast as you can without cutting your fingers on some of the sharper implements, you find nothing in the first. Progressing through them, from the top drawer down, you find plenty more placemats, chargers, and baking trays, but not a single planchette. Moving down to the bottom most drawer you find hand towels and aprons, but even when you take them out and shake them you find nothing inside any of them. On the opposite side of the oven, you try again, starting from the top drawer and working your way down. A quickly as you can you sift through all the implements of Sarah’s kitchen, several of which look like they haven’t been used in years. After an exhaustive search of every single drawer in the kitchen you still come away empty handed.

"Y’know, after a few years in the void, or wherever you’ve been, I bet you want to do more to a pussy than just taste it, eh John Doe?" Sarah said, her voice sultry with dirty promise. “Sarah, are you sure this is a good idea?” Miranda asked, her worried tone from the start of all this returning in full ****. Her anxiety fills you with hope that at least some of her enthusiasm for everything she had just done for John Doe was fake. “Haha, nope,” Sarah said, accompanied by the shifting of bed springs as she repositioned herself. Even without seeing her, you know what position she’s put herself in. On her back, legs spread and tight pussy bared to John Doe. “But how can I say no to that cock?” She asked rhetorically, her mind already made up.

There’s a half second of silence, and then another creak on the bed that must be John Doe joining her. “Don’t make me wait,” Sarah mutters, followed by a drawn out, guttural moan that must be from Tom penetrating her. He seems to be taking it slowly, savoring every hot inch of Sarah's body as he penetrates her with his massive dick. Her moaning goes on so long that she has to stop for air, taking it in in quick shuddering breaths. Miranda must be watching the spectacle in silence, you hope with a sense of dread rather than awe or jealousy. After what seems like an age, Tom bottomed out in Sarah and her breathing switched from desperately panting to deep, slow breaths. “Phew, o-okay,” Sarah muttered, her voice trembling. “That was a lot to take in,” she muttered, before weakly laughing at her own joke. “How do you feel Sarah?” Miranda asked, sounding more like she was checking up on a friend after an operation than talking to a girl mid coitus. “It felt like my first time for the second time, but I think I’m getting used to it now. Waaaaaaiit, that doesn’t mean mooooove!” Her voice descends into a warbled yell as Tom begins to pull out. “Ahh! That doesn’t mean put it back either!” She shouts again as he returns his full length home into her. Following this up and down moaning you hear a low grumble of complaint. “Just give me a minute,” Sarah reassures him. “You’re the biggest I’ve ever had, and trust me, that really means something.”

“Alright, now move, but do it slooooooooow,” as Sarah speaks her voice trails off into a groan again, but this time it’s a sound of pure pleasure. When you hear her gasping lightly you guess that John Doe is pushing his dick back into her. For a little while you listen to Sarah's moaning and gasping, letting you know exactly the tempo at which Tom is fucking her without even seeing it. Slowly at first, that tempo begins to speed up, Sarah's gasps and moans getting quicker and louder as her fuckhole grows more accustomed to taking John Doe’s huge fuckstick. Soon enough, the groaning of the bed springs joins Sarah’s moans of ecstasy, a chorus of pleasure that’s a testament to the size of Tom's cock and John Doe’s ability to use it.

Abruptly, Sarah's moans are cut off. “H-hey! Let go of her!” Miranda shouts, her anxiety boiling over to full blown panic. Tom must be **** Sarah again. You’re about to sprint upstairs and finally bash Tom's head in when you hear Sarah speak. “It’s okay,” she croaks. “It feels good.” Those words flood you with confusion. Was it really just a sex thing this whole time? Was John Doe not trying to hurt her but instead just being kinky?

“Still, maybe you could just grab something else? L-like me?” Miranda offers herself up as a sacrifice to make sure her friend is safe, and from the way she gasps it seems that John Doe takes her up on the offer. “Mmph, I love it when you grab my ass,” she moaned, either being sincere or doing an excellent job at sounding like it. With the fucking still ongoing You hear the sound of making out again, but Sarah’s moans of pleasure are ringing out unrestricted. With a grim sigh you realize Miranda is making out with Tom as he pounds Sarah into the mattress. “Hey, stop kissing him and suck on my tits!” Sarah shouts. “God, you’re so demanding,” Miranda replies, and you can practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Only because you’re so good at it, Ooh yes, suck my nipple just like that,” Sarah moaned, evidently getting exactly what she wanted. The thought that Miranda and Sarah have played with each other like that before, exploring each other’s perfect bodies with their hands and mouths, makes your cock throb in your pants. You’ll have to ask them about that, once you find that damn planchette.