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“It’s a maxi dress,” she replies.

“Mmmmm,” That’s all I can manage as my hand reach under her maxi dress sliding up her thighs.

“Do you know that you have taken over my mind?” I ask. “I am always thinking about you. Asking myself questions.” She stares at me in shock, lifting her hips as I drag her underwear down her legs, and toss it unto a side stool.

“Did she eat today? Is Penny okay,” I step between her legs and place them on the stainless counter. I know this is about to be unsanitary as fuck, but that’s what a cleaning crew is for.

With her legs splayed open, she leans back on her hands watching me. “I think about you during the day too.”

I stop in my tracks because that little fact makes me happy. “Really?”

Penny nods as a slow warm smile spreads across her face “Really.”

I grin wide. “Well Treasure, that confession just made my damn week.”

“What exactly do you think about?”

Her smile grows wide. “Um, did you eat? Did your dick get hard today?”

“Careful Treasure,” I growl “You keep saying sweet shit like that, I might think you actually like me.”

“But I do Tarek, I like you a lot.” Her hand reaches around my neck and pulls me down for a hot slow kiss.

I pull way, my breath is ragged. The dress has pooled around her waist. I pull it aside, then I grab a meat mallet from behind her. I place the heavy mallet on the fabric, just enough to keep it from sliding back down.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I pull the basket of fruit and veggies closer, plucking four juicy grapes. Then I kneel. “Bring your ass closer to the edge.”

Thankfully, she obeys.

“Do you know what I miss most when you’re not around Penny?” I ask.

Her chest lifts in anticipation. “No.”

“Your taste.” I roll the grape at her entrance, then slowly slide it in her. “Doesn’t matter what I eat, nothing tastes as heavenly as your pussy.”

She’s too stunned to speak. Good. I press another grape inside of her, watching with pleasure as it disappears.

“You taste like cinnamon and sin.” I murmur “It’s intoxicating.”

The grapes begin to push back out. “No, Treasure, keep it in. Trust me.”

I rub my thumb over her clit. “Don’t squeeze down now. Just breathe. Relax.”

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PENNY

Just relax? I’m ready to do the exact opposite. I can feel the grapes moving inside of me, I feel full, its maddening. This shouldn’t feel good. But with the way his thumb massages my clit slow and firm and how he keeps slipping those grapes into my pussy. I am about to scream.

“You want me to suck on this pretty little pussy, Treasure?” he asks, his voice is low and hungry.

All I can do is nod.

He doesn’t wait. He dives in like it’s his last damn meal, his mouth sealing over me, his tongue working me open.

My hips jerk and my dress shift, but the meat mallet still holds it pinned to the side. I reach for his hair, my fingers tangle in it as he curls his tongue deep inside me.

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