The Last Dessert - Episode 10
23-09-25 (02:58)
**Episode 10**
The flogger fell away. He stepped
close again and ran the soft tails
over her ass, slowly dragging the
fur along her lower back, down
over the curve of her hips, and
across the insides of her thighs. He
let it trail forward, between her
legs, brushing the tender folds of
her pussy. She jerked—hands still
pressed to the glass, ass pushing
back into the touch. She was
soaked.
He ran the flogger across her again,
circling her like a predator, teasing
her body in wide, lazy arcs. She
whimpered, squirmed, her knees
trembling but never breaking
position. Because she was a good
slut. Because she wanted to be
used.
Chef could smell her. Even above
the lingering aroma of wine and
lemon from dinner, even past the
faint clean scent of her perfume,
Sophie’s arousal was thick in the air
—hot, salty, unmistakable.
Her hips twitched as the flogger fell
away, breath fluttering around the
red ball gag, her chest rising and
falling as she stood there: naked,
blindfolded, arms up against the
glass.
He stepped in close. One hand slid
around her hip, down over the front
of her thigh, then cupped her pussy
through the thin black lace. The
fabric was soaked—drenched. He
pressed his palm against it, smiling
as he felt the heat and dampness
radiate through.
She moaned, soft and sweet and
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