The Last Dessert - Episode 8
23-09-25 (02:56)
**Episode 8**
He pulled back, letting her nipple
slip from his mouth with a soft pop.
And stood.
“Come here,” he said. His hand
gripped her hip, steady but guiding,
and walked her forward. She
followed blindly, barefoot, every
step careful. He stopped just before
the tall windows—floor to ceiling
glass that overlooked the
neighbouring high-rises. Dozens of
eyes might be out there. Maybe
more.
“Lift your arms,” he said, voice calm
but firm.
She obeyed. Chef guided her hands
up, pressing her palms flat to the
glass. Her bare tits brushed the cool
surface, nipples puckering harder.
“Lean forward, just a little. Good.
Now spread your legs, slut.”
Sophie whimpered softly as she
shifted, her stance widening, feet
planted shoulder-width apart, back
arched ever so slightly. She was
utterly exposed. Her ass framed by
sheer lace, her thighs open, her
pussy bare and already slick.
He stood back, watching. Then
walked to his bag. From within, he
withdrew something simple—yet
perfectly suited. A flogger. Short-
handled. Tails made not of leather
or rubber, but soft, thick faux fur.
Black, dense, and deceptive.
He returned to her slowly, dragging
the flogger once across her lower
back so she could feel the weight,
the texture. Then he let it fall back
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