The Last Dessert - Episode 13
24-09-25 (14:36)
**Episode 13**
Chef reached in and pulled out two
lengths of soft black rope—pre-cut,
prepared. He bent one of her legs,
folding it at the knee, and began
binding her thigh to her calf with
practiced ease. Three loops around.
Two cinches. A secure knot. Then
the other leg.
By the time he was finished, Sophie
lay reclined on the sofa, legs folded
and spread wide, heels pressing
into the backs of her thighs, her
pussy completely exposed. The
sheer fabric of her thong clung to
her soaked folds, transparent and
tight, the dark lace cutting across
the glistening skin. Her nipples
were rock hard, her chest heaving,
every inch of her body screaming
for touch.
Chef sat back on his heels and
watched her. She was perfection.
Helpless. Aroused. Displayed like a
gift unwrapped.
It was time.
He drew his small pocketknife from
his pocket and flicked it open with
a practiced thumb. She didn’t flinch—
he knew she trusted him entirely.
With a single clean motion, he slid
the blade under one side of her
thong and cut the strap. Then the
other. He tossed the ruined scrap of
lace aside.
Her pussy was bare now—glossy
with slick, lips parted slightly, a
single drop clinging to the curve of
her folds. He watched it bead,
slowly, and slide downward.
He said nothing. Just looked.
She couldn’t see him. She couldn’t
speak. But her body knew. And it
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