Have a taste of his cream

Atop the cook's wobbling butcher's board, your lard-buttered bung devours the portly man's swollen sausage. Your fingers cram your cunny so deep you feel his cock moving inside you through your churning walls. You moan with pleasure as he feeds that fuckmeat in and out of your tender tightness. The fat cook is wheezing and red-faced and dripping sweat all over your tummy and tits. The smokey kitchen is filled with the shaking thump of his thrusts against the table you're sitting on. Your big breasts, popped out of your blouse, jiggle and receive pinches on your sensitive nipples from the lusty cook.

"My dearest..." he moans. "You're stuffed so...tight. Shall I share with you this special cream sauce...I...ahhh...I have prepared?"

"Ooooh yes," you coo, a lock of your hair bouncing into your face. "Such a talented chef as you I'm sure has prepared a delicious sauce. Why not let me have a taste?"

The fat cook smiles and slams into you with even greater ****. He grunts and groans as his pounding pole swells. It feels as if it will rip you open.

"Open wide, sweetest," he gasps, "the cream is coming to a boil and I...ahh...don't want you to...miss a drop."

The fat cook slides his swollen sausage from your tenderized bum and you feel your stretched spincter closing up. He takes a step back, his big, sweaty belly jiggling beneath his apron, his fat cock engorged almost to purple in his hand. You slide from the butcher's board to the floor of the kitchen and the cook presses his cock against your face. You open your mouth and the instant your lips close around the head of his prick you are rewarded with a groan and a thick burst of warm cum.

"Ahhhh," he shouts, "bon appetit!"

"Mmmmmm," you compliment the cook as his sauce surges from his cock and fills your mouth. You can feel his meat throbbing between your lips as he coats your tongue in his briny broth. He strokes his cock off, a hot order of his specialty drooling out of of the corners of your mouth.

By the time he's done you've had quite a serving of his seed. He drags his cock from between your lips and allows the last pearly dollops to decorate your chin.

"My compliments..." you moan, frigging yourself towards you climax, "...to the chef."

"And what of you, my dear?" he looks between your soft thighs as you plunge two fingers in and out of your downy slit. You lick the cum from your chin as you finger yourself closer and closer.

"Is the kitchen closed?" You gaze at him lustily. "Or will you serve my seconds?"