Sampling Haute Cuisine

Julia needed a little liquid courage the following day too. Antoine had a little smell of **** on his breath too. He looked haggard to Moses. Moses had heard he was in an unhappy marriage, and an equally unhappy divorce where they bickered constantly but still fucked. Well, Antoine's countenance should change soon, Moses reasoned. Julia was a fine prize.

She sampled the Cajun seafood dishes, murmuring compliments all the while. Moses made sure to keep her wine filled to the brim. Liquid courage.

"Is there anything else you'd like to sample?" Antoine asked Julia.

"I've heard ..." she said, pausing as she momentarily faltered, "... I've heard you're quite endowed, Antoine. Please ... I'd like to see it."

"Well, aren't you a lucky man, Antoine," Moses said. He'd briefed the chef on this likelihood after all. Antoine unzipped his pants, tugging out the beast that was his cock.

"Oh, Antoine," Julia said breathlessly. "Oh fuck." She started drunkenly tugging on his pole, watching with wide eyes as it grew to its 11 inches, girthy as fuck. She knelt down, spitting on it, but she was clearly flummoxed about how to suck a monster cock. After a few minutes, he tugged her up, bending her over the table.

"Please, please don't be a two pump chump," she slurred. Antoine chuckled, slowly working his cock in and out of her, working her open, loosening her up. After what felt like an eternity, he started laying the pipe to the willowy blonde. And it was as if a dam had released. Her toes stayed curled and she cried out with reckless abandon, as she came, over and over on Antoine's monster cock. Moses snapped a few photos. **** was never so sweet, he thought with a chuckle.