The Last Dessert - Episode 11
24-09-25 (14:34)
**Episode 11**
Chef withdrew his hand, just long
enough to slide it up between her
cheeks. His fingers parted her
gently, finding the strip of lace
nestled perfectly in place. He
hooked it aside, exposing her
completely.
His thumb dragged down between
her cheeks, and then his index
finger hovered at her tight little
entrance. He pressed.
She jerked. Not away—from
surprise. From need.
Another moan vibrated around the
gag as she pushed back, guiding
him in. His finger slid past the rim
slowly, just to the first knuckle. Her
muscles clenched around him,
warm and tight and fluttering with
need. He held it there. Twisting
slightly. Testing. Teasing.
She shuddered. Not from pain. From
craving.
And then, without a word, he
withdrew. Slowly. Deliberately.
Sophie whimpered, her body
rocking, searching for more contact,
but he stepped away and left her
trembling against the glass.
Her legs were weak. Her cunt was
soaked. Her whole body was
humming with heat and tension.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, calm as
ever.
She moaned in protest, but didn’t
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