This is more that you can take. You stand up and throw Martha over the central counter, quickly sliding your rock-hard cock into her from behind. She lets loose a throaty laugh and starts sucking the large banana again. As you pound away she quivers with increasing pleasure.
With surprising agility, she rolls over onto her back and pulls you closer with her legs.
A bell goes off on the oven, startling you into stopping and looking around. Martha rears up and guides you to keep thrusting. With sternness in her voice, she growls: "I didn't tell you that you could stop." You apologize and return to fucking her royally.
Between tasteful grunts, she calls out: "Yvette! Yvette, could you please come here?"
A French maid enters the room, practically spilling out of her tight black and white lace outfit. She isn't phased a bit by the sex on the counter.
"Oui, Madame?"
"I believe the rice pudding is done. Could you be a dear and take it off the burner?"
"Oui, Madame."
She does and presents the warm creamy desert to her mistress. Martha reaches into the saucepan with her hand and scoops some of the pudding into her mouth. Some of the cream falls out of her lips given the thrusting she's getting from you.
"Umm, I don't... know if this is... quite right. Could you.. ohhhh yessss... taste this and tell me what you think... Yvette?
Yvette smiles and leans towards Martha, licking the pudding around her mouth and finally deeply kissing her.
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