Taste My Twat – Erotic Culinary

My Special Sauce

My second husband loved to taste my twat. I always wore short dresses and he would taste my twat anytime anywhere. The kitchen, the backyard, while we were stuck in traffic, he’d even crawl under the table at restaurants while having dinner and taste my twat.

One evening, as he was doing just that, he popped his head up from under the table and handed me a small gift box. I pushed him back under encouraging him to taste my twat just a bit longer as I was feeling a bit tipsy and extremely horny. I opened the small box to find he had gifted me with culinary lessons.  Ultimately it was offsetting at first, then he explained that if I started cooking at home perhaps we’d have more time for him to taste my twat in the privacy of our own home. I agreed and scheduled my first lesson for the following week.

Chef’s special – Taste My Twat

The culinary Institute responded by sending Chef Michael to my home. I found myself very attracted to him. It wasn’t just his passion for food and insistence on perfection, but also his stunning good looks. Chef Michael was a very fit thirty- two. A strapping 6 ft 3 Greek heritage Adonis. He was built, cut and well hung. Immediately I wanted his head between my legs and for him to taste my twat.

My husband had been away on business for days. One evening after an intense session on Greek cuisine, Chef Michael came up from behind me, peering into my hot steaming pot. “May I taste it?” he asked gesturing for a taste. “I thought you’d never ask!” I answered. Instead of handing him a spoon, I hopped up onto the kitchen counter and spread my legs wide open. “Taste my twat Chef Michael” I demanded.

He quickly buried his head between my legs and begin tasting my yearning pussy. His tongue danced with my clit sending waves of immense pleasure throughout my lower pelvis. His tongue dove deep into my inner lips tantalizing my soft wet folds. Sending chills up my spine and throughout my loins. It wasn’t enough for him to taste my twat. I had to have his throbbing cock deep inside me. I pulled his head from between my legs and licked my succulent juices from his wet lips. He quickly followed my lead and removed his apron. Then unzipped his pants releasing the largest, hardest monster of a cock I had ever seen, let alone felt.

Bone Broth

Breathing heavily, he plunged his massive cock deep inside my dripping inner walls. He pounded me deeply and purpose-driven. My labia spread wide to accommodate his size, and I shrieked and squealed loudly as his huge tool bounced off my back wall. Filling my tight pussy to its entirety. It started with a “taste my twat” thought and he finished inside me!

My legs tightened and my entire body began to spasm as I came in quick splashes creaming all over his cock as he thrust his giant erection in and out of me. I could feel the force of his hot wet load driving deep into me filling me up like a cream-filled dessert.  Next the Chef`s moves were ravenous as he drilled every last drop of cum deep inside my hole. Chef Michael stood back and helped me down from the counter speechless and smiling. His load began to run down my inner thighs. Chef Michael asked if I wish to continue our lesson. The only words I could find were taste my twat and that’s what exactly what he did again and again.

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