Tuck In

Your parents both watch you closely as you fork mouthful after mouthful of the cum-coated concoction in past your lips, and force yourself to gulp it down.{if@ images > 1}{if@ images != 3}

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It tastes just as salty and horrible with your first taste and the last. You have no idea how anyone gets used to this stuff, but also, you're aware that they obviously do.

+3% Deviance

Can I really eat cum-covered food for every meal for the rest of my life?!

-15% Dimension Satisfaction

As you eat, a man in a chef's uniform comes into the hall and approaches you from the side. He takes the empty wine glass that had been next to your plates, and brings it towards him. Specifically, towards his cock, that he has taken out of his clothes, and is now pumping, while holding the head of his penis inside the glass.

The famous Chef Salvazar, I presume.

You see your mother salivating with sexual hunger from across the table, her eyes transfixed on the masturbating penis of your family's chef. Your father seems completely undisturbed by her reaction.

I guess you can't really develop too much of a jealous nature when you know that your wife, along with all other women you know, have zero self control around men.

"It will be but a moment, and your beverage will be served, my lady." The man announces with a strained voice, clearly close to the brink.

And then, you have a thought.

No... I shouldn't... Should I?