The Last Dessert - Episode 12
24-09-25 (14:35)
**Episode 12**
In the bathroom, Chef found what
he was after—the largest towel in
the linen cupboard. Thick,
absorbent, white. He returned to
the living room and laid it across
the sofa, smoothing it flat. Because
what he had planned for Sophie’s
pussy next ... would make a mess.
Then he returned to her.
“Come, slut.”
Still blindfolded, still gagged, Sophie
let him guide her back across the
room. Her breathing was ragged
now. Shaky. She was struggling to
stay upright, but every part of her
radiated obedience.
He helped her lower onto the towel-
draped sofa, then pressed on her
thighs. “Spread your legs.”
She leaned back slightly. And
closed them.
Chef paused. Then smiled. “Keep
them open,” he said softly, almost
lovingly. “Or I’ll keep them open
*for* you.”
Sophie’s breath hitched. And she
stayed just like that —legs pressed
tightly together, her entire body
vibrating with disobedient hope.
He chuckled. “Good girl.”
Then he turned, picked up his bag,
and brought it to the floor beside
the sofa. She heard the zipper. Her
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