It will not scream for you. Xxnx He leans down and smells your pussy. The soft pastry is already blind-baked and feels like a soft, dense blanket as you relax in it. To be burnt with clean steel is to be forgiven, you think. The pain hits you but you barely react. You stare at it as if it’s alive and staring back at you. Time to shut your pussy. You’re lying down but quickly pulled up by your hair into a sitting position. Chef looks displeased with the mess. He lifts you onto the table, fingering your soppy, loosened asshole while he does it. The tube is far too large but the pain is exquisite. He seems so concerned about the condition of your body. This is will be a 3 step process, he thinks to himself. Nothing makes sense but the pain.
