Kiss the cook!

Bambi slides into the kitchen with every good intention of cooking. The apron barely covers her, and the second the knife hits the cutting board, her attention drifts. Her fingers find their way under the cloth, already slick. She drops the knife, peels the apron away, and stands bare against the counter. She reaches for a thick cucumber, cool and ridged, and a slender carrot. One press of the cucumber between her thighs and her breath catches. The cool surface glides along her swollen clit, sending a shiver up her spine. She works it slow, grinding until her juices coat it. The thicker end pushes into her cunt. She rocks forward, taking it inch by inch, the ridge rubbing her inner walls. Her free hand grips the edge of the counter while the cucumber fills her deeper with every thrust. The carrot follows—smaller, curved—sliding between her folds, circling her clit before she slides it in alongside the cucumber. Her hips move in a steady rhythm. Wet sounds echo off the tiles as she fucks herself with both vegetables, thighs trembling, pussy clenching around them. Her head drops back, mouth open, every moan raw and unrestrained. She stays right there until her orgasm hits, pussy pulsing around the makeshift toys, juices running down her thighs. When it passes she stays leaning against the counter, vegetables still buried inside her, chest heaving. The meal can wait.