“More’n any woman. Do you know how pretty you are? But you’re pretty like a boy—a man—not like a woman. And your smooth butt’s just begging for my c**k. Let me give you the best f*****g you’ll ever have.”
I trembled. I shivered. I panted. I wanted the good-looking stud. Wanted to touch him, to feel him. s**t, I even wanted to taste him like the cook was tasting me right then. But a man’s prick up my butt? I forced my hand between us and took hold of the hungry c**k. It was big and slick from that stuff that comes out when a man gets hot. I grabbed for a lifeline.
“I…I’ll do it,” I gulped, “but only if Johansson gives me the recipe for his ‘nana puddin’!” That ought to stop the stampede in its tracks. The cook didn’t give his recipes to nobody.
Johansson come right up off my bone and exc
