The Chef's Girlfriend

Leslie’s trying to nail a recipe but his girl keeps walking around half-naked and it’s killing his focus. Every time she bends over, her tiny shorts ride up and flash more skin than they cover. He keeps stirring the same damn sauce, but his dick’s doing all the thinking. After the third time she “accidentally” brushes against him in nothing but a thong, he drops the spatula, spins her around, and bends her over the counter. He yanks those panties aside and goes straight for her pussy—tongue first, then fingers, getting her slick and open. Once she’s dripping down her thighs he stands, spits on his cock, and pushes straight into her ass, slow at first, then hard and steady until the pan is clattering off the stove. He flips her onto her back on the kitchen table, pounds her ass while she fingers her clit, then pulls out at the last second. She drops to her knees, mouth open, and he strokes a thick load across her tongue and face, the mess sliding down her chin while she smiles up at him like the contest was already won.