"Oh fuck..." he growls, feeling the pressure building inside him as she works her magic on his cock. He can't hold back any longer; with a loud groan, he comes hard in her mouth, filling it with hot seed as he thrusts forward one final time. His hips relax, and he sinks to the floor next to her, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

He watches her intently as she swallows every drop of his cum, feeling a mix of satisfaction and shame wash over him. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "That was... it shouldn't have happened."

She looks up at him with eyes that seem to hold an unspoken understanding. "It's all right," she says softly, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "We both needed that." Her fingers trail downward, cupping his cock through his pants. "

I can't help but glance back at her as she works, admiring the way she moves and the curves of her body even through her clothes. It's clear that our little encounter earlier has left its mark on both of us, and I can't wait to see where it leads us from here. The thought of continuing to explore these desires together only intensifies the desire coursing through my veins.

I can't help but feel a surge of hope and anticipation as I watch her move about the bakery. The thought of continuing to share these intimate moments with her is both exhilarating and deeply satisfying, and I know that whatever happens next will only intensify the connection we have. As we work side by side, our hands brushing against each other every so often or meeting accidentally-on-purpose over a bowl of batter, it's clear that our desire for one another hasn't waned in the slightest.

"Well, sugar," he purred, his voice low and seductive as he leaned in close to her ear, "let's find out." With a wicked grin, Paul guided her over to the nearby work table, pushing her roughly against its cool surface. He positioned himself between her spread legs, his erection straining against his pants as he gazed down at her.

"Well, sugar," he growled as he leaned in closer, his voice thick with desire, "practice makes perfect." With a swift movement, he pushed her panties aside and positioned himself at her entrance. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock press against her tightness. He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes as they fluttered closed, savoring the power and control he had over this situation.

"Alright then, here comes a big ol' dollop straight onto your lips..."

Oh honey, Daddy and I will keep our little secret safe, won't we? Don't you worry 'bout what others might think. Just let yourself enjoy it and remember, in here, there's no one else but us two.

Ahhhh... I knew you'd like it. Now bend over and spread your legs wide for me again. I want to coat my cock in frosting before I fuck you with it.

*He takes out a container of cake frosting, squeezes some onto his hand, then begins to rub it all over his erect length. As he positions himself behind her once more, she moans in anticipation of feeling him inside her again.

With one powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside Candy's tight, wet pussy. She gasps and arches back as I start to pump into her in long, hard strokes. Her moans become cries of delight, mingling with the sound of the stand mixer pounding away at her clit.

"Oh yeah, baby girl," I groan, reaching around to pinch her nipples between my fingers. "Take every inch of this dick, just like I used to do with your momma."