Page 27 of The Naughty Virgin

“Fuck yeah,” I ground out. “Baby girl, every part of you tastes good. But I’m gonna serve up a side helping of carrots now.” And with that I took the raw vegetable in hand. I’d scrubbed this one especially well, practically scouring the skin off so that it was bright orange, fresh and stiff. And slowly, oh so slowly, I began pushing the carrot into her anus.

“Ohhhh!” the brunette squealed, reflexively pulling away at first, her pucker clenching in protest.

But I held her down firmly, refusing to let her budge.

“It’s cold, I know baby, I had it in the fridge before you came over. Consider it part of the experience,” I ground out, eyes blazing, watching as I worked the carrot in, the orange disappearing slowly between her ass cheeks. “Think of what’s going on. Your anal hole is getting fucked … by a vegetable.”

And the brunette moaned again, eyes closed, lashes half moons on her cheeks as her face scrunched in concentration, every iota of her being focused on her sweet pucker.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” she moaned gutturally. “Oh god, I’m so fucked.”

And I chuckled then. I wasn’t up for Cook of the Year … but maybe I could win for Most Inventive in the Kitchen.

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