Chef's Special: Watch Him Cream Inside My Wet Pussy!

The kitchen smelled like scorched garlic and raw, hungry desire. I watched him, this magnificent brute, instead of stirring the damn risotto. His massive cock was already straining against his jeans, thick as a forearm, glistening with pre-cum. "Cook something, you gorgeous bastard!" I snarled, leaning against the granite counter, my own pussy dripping a slick invitation onto the cool stone. He didn't speak; he just gripped my hips, hauling me flush against his rock-hard erection. With one guttural groan, he drove into me—a deep, shuddering plunge that made my breath hitch. "Fuck me harder!" I gasped, arching my back as his hips began to pump with primal rhythm. The sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh was deafening in the quiet kitchen. He buried his face in my neck, tasting the salt of my sweat, before grinding down, his pace relentless. "Take my cock deep!" I begged him, milking him with my inner muscles. He paused only to look down at my flushed face, his eyes dark with lust, before slamming home one final, earth-shattering thrust. "Cum inside me!" I screamed as the hot flood of his cum erupted, flooding my core. This man doesn't cook; he just fucking breeds.