Holly’s
mouth. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be drooling all over him. That’s when the
gift baskets at the far end of the island caught her eye. They must have been
presents from well-wishers, congratulating the chef on his new book, or his new
restaurant. Holly didn’t take the time to read the cards. She just pulled out
a bottle of olive oil, popped the cork, and poured it down Chef Burley’s
perfect chest.
“Holly!” the chef cried, laughing.
“Do you know how much a bottle of that oil runs?”
“I have absolutely no idea.” She
set it down and ran her hands along his front, feeling every ridge of his
belly, feeling the pink points of his hard nipples.
“Well over a hundred dollars, I’d
say.”
Holly’s jaw dropped as the oil made
its way to Chef Burley’s pubic hair. “Then I’d better not waste any!”
Throwing herself at the chef, Holly
licked him all over. The olive oil had a light virgin taste and texture.
She’d never had anything like it—you could drink the stuff like wine!
Falling to her knees, Holly wrapped
her oily hands around Chef Burley’s expanding cock. They cradled his dick as
she inched forward, taking just his tip inside her mouth.
Chef Burley threw his head back and
moaned as Holly shifted his hands aside, taking more of his cock in her mouth.
He was huge, but she didn’t care. This hundred-dollar olive oil was well worth
the price. She sucked every drop from his beautiful shaft, then licked his
balls, searching for more.
He gasped. “Isn’t that something?”
She assumed he meant the oil. “Mmm…
oh Chef, it’s so good!”
“ You’re so good!” He toyed
with her hair, tossing it over her shoulders. “The mouth on you, Holly! I’ve
never felt anything like it. I want you to suck me forever.”
“Anything!” She licked him, searching
for more golden oil. “Anything for you, Chef!”
Holly swallowed his cock as he
wrapped his hands around her head, fucking her face. She gagged and pushed
back, wrapping her fists around the base of his shaft. His measured pace
showed he didn’t want to hurt her, but he just as obviously wanted to come.
Unzipping her skirt, Holly undressed
completely before arching forward. She grabbed the olive oil and poured it
across her breasts. Chef Burley watched in awe as she massaged the gorgeous
oil into her skin. It dripped down her belly as she wrapped her tits around his
dick. With her pussy lips bare, the oil kissed her clit.
Chef Burley released an animal
growl.
“You like my tits, huh?”
“God, do I ever!”
She steadied herself, which was no
easy task in heels, and fucked his surging dick with her breasts. They looked
beautiful like this, all oiled and shining in the light from the sunroof.
Holly and the chef both watched in awe as his cockhead popped between her
breasts.
Chef Burley’s hands met hers and,
together, they cradled her tits around his throbbing cock. “I’m going to come
again if you keep this up.”
“I sure hope so!” Holly smirked.
She loved the way it felt when his cock reamed her tits. It was like a breast
massage, complete with hot oil. His thumbs found her nipples and he flicked
them while he fucked her.
“God, that feels good!” Holly
forced her tits against the chef’s pelvis, making him moan.
His cockhead glistened every time it
peeked out between her tits. She couldn’t resist. Bending forward, she licked
his tip. He ran his hands through her hair, thrusting into her cleavage,
looking for her mouth but not finding it. Her tongue put him over the edge.
Hot cream splashed across her neck, and then down her chest. She trapped his
cock between her tits as he pumped cum against her breasts.
Holly watched in awe while the chef
spilled his seed on her skin. She’d never thought of ejaculate as beautiful
before but,