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wider, feeling her thong digging into her thighs.  “My pussy’s always ready for
you, Chef.”
     
    “Always?”  He slid his cock deeper
into her cunt.
     
    He was huge, but she was ready. 
“Always.”
     
    Chef Burley lunged forward,
bottoming out in her pussy, driving her breasts deeper into the spider
burners.  It was a little like medieval torture, as far as Holly was
concerned.  But in a good way.
     
    “So, if I happened to be passing by
the pretty little house I imagine you living in—”  Chef Burley pulled back and
then thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep in her cunt.  “—when you come
to the door, your pussy will be wet and ready for me?”
     
    “My pussy will smell you coming,
Chef.”  Holly heaved into the saddle of his hips, giving herself completely. 
“Every time you think about me, my pussy will tingle, my clit will throb, and
I’ll know you want to fuck me as bad as I want to fuck you.”
     
    “Mmm…”  He gripped her hips and
drove into her wetness.  “I can’t believe how wet you are.”
     
    “After eating my pussy, you still
can’t believe it?”  Holly closed her eyes and pictured Chef Burley’s chin
dripping with juice.  That image turned her on so intensely her pussy clamped
down on his dick.  “Oh god!”
     
    “What are you doing to me, Holly?” 
Chef Burley fell against her back, his slick chest coating her skin with a
sweet smear of sweat.  “Fuck, I can’t even think!”
     
    As his ferocious fucking crushed her
against the spider burners, Holly bore his weight gladly.  He covered every
inch of her skin, like a sauce.  His breath was hot on her ear as he panted and
moaned.  Holly’s noises were higher-pitched, but equally uncontrolled.
    “Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard !”
     
    With the racket they were making,
she wouldn’t be surprised if someone burst into the restaurant to make sure she
wasn’t being murdered.
     
    “I want you to come, Holly.”
     
    “I will,” she cried, hugging his
erection with her tight pussy muscles.  “God, I’m gonna come so hard.  I’m
gonna come all over your cock!”
     
    “Do it.”
     
    He fucked her so rapidly she had to
shield her head with her hands.  His force was driving her against the range. 
Her tits would definitely be bruised from the spider burners, but that was
fine.  No one else would see them, and they’d remind her of the chef.
     
    “Come for me, Holly.”
     
    “You first.”  She groaned as he
pounded her cunt.  “God, I want to see it.”
     
    Her flesh throbbed as he fucked her,
and she knew she couldn’t hold back.  Some women said it was impossible to come
just from a good fuck, but Holly knew the truth: everyone was different.  She
loved a good clit massage, and she’d had that earlier when the chef ate her
pussy, but on rare occasions, when the fucking was intense and the cock was
nice and huge, she could come without getting her clit stroked at all.
     
    “Fuck!”  Holly tightened every muscle
in her body.  Her head spun like a top.  “You bastard!  God, you’re making me
come!  You’re making me come so fucking hard!”
     
    Like she needed to tell him!  It was
pretty obvious from the way her pussy clamped on his dick, from the way her
thighs shook and her fingers clenched.  She arched and screamed, milking his
cock, trying to gauge from his appeals whether he was coming.
     
    “I want to see!” she cried as he
pressed harder against her backside.  “Let me see!”
     
    She didn’t really expect him to pull
out, but he did, so fast her pussy ached.  She could never get enough.
     
    Tearing off his condom, Chef Burley
asked, “Is this want you want?”
     
    His big hand encircled his shaft
tightly.  Leaning back against the stainless steel island, he jerked himself
off so hard Holly’s pussy clenched just watching him.  His fist strangled his
cock, gliding its length in raw, stilted motions.
     
    A gush of saliva filled