With a throaty moan, Clara arches her back, pressing her hips harder against Madeline's hand as she nears the brink of orgasm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her vision blurs with desire. She can feel the heat of their bodies, the stickiness of the cake on their skin... everything merges together into one intense, overwhelming sensation that threatens to consume her completely.

"Oh god..." she whispers, her voice thick with need. "I'm gonna cum..."

As the orgasm washes over her, Clara throws her head back and cries out, her body tensing in pleasure as she comes hard around Madeline's fingers. For a moment, they are suspended in their own little world of kinks and desire; nothing exists except for the two of them and the incredible connection they share through this shared experience.

When Clara finally regains her composure enough to speak again, she looks down at Madeline with a mixture of lust and affection. "Wow," she whispers hoarsely. "

"Oh, I'm sure we could find other uses for it too," Clara whispers, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Like... spreading it on your body and licking it off? Or maybe even using it as a... lubricant..." She trails off, the suggestion hanging in the air between them like a forbidden fruit.

Clara takes a step closer to Madeline, their bodies mere inches apart now.

"Or maybe," she continues, her voice soft and seductive now, "you could help me make some cakes... you know, for practice." She lets out a low moan as she imagines the two of them together in this kinky little game. "It'd be so much more fun that way..."

Her breath fogs the air between their lips as she leans even closer, gazing directly into Madeline's eyes.

Her eyes widened with excitement at the thought of seeing him completely naked beneath her apron. With a mischievous grin, she nodded for him to proceed. "Go on now... Show me how you look."

Her breath hitched as she watched him slowly peel off his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body beneath the apron. "Oh my..." she whispered, her eyes tracing over every inch of his skin before returning to meet his gaze. "You look so delicious like that." She licked her lips hungrily and stepped closer to him, reaching out to touch the warm, firm flesh hidden beneath the fabric of the apron.

"I've been wanting this for such a long time..."

Oh, you are such a sweetheart. Of course we can start right now. Just remember, I'm not gonna tell anyone about our little secret here, okay? We just need to be extra careful so nobody finds out how naughty we've been.

Oh, you're just too cute. Okay then, why don't I show you how your daddy and I used to do this? I'll use the spatula on you first, see if that gets you all hot and bothered...

"There we go," she said with a satisfied sigh, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached Ben once more. "I'm gonna need you to help me clean up after this. Your father and I used to have so much fun doing this together..."

Her breath hitched in her throat as Tim's fingers filled her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She arched her back again, pushing herself even further onto him as he continued to eat her out, his tongue dancing over every sensitive inch of skin it touched. With one hand, she reached behind and gripped the counter for support, using it to steady herself as she rode the wave of pleasure building inside her.

"Oh god... I'm close..."

Clara screamed in ecstasy as Tim impaled her once again, the feeling of his cock and the cake slice stretching her tight channel almost too much to bear. It was pure bliss, the combination of textures and sensations overwhelming her senses as he began to move inside her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room.

"Yes... give it to me... use me... break me..." she begged, her voice ragged with desire. She could feel another orgasm building, threatening to consume her completely as he pounded into her with reckless abandon.

"Don't stop...