"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...