Vegetable day

Me and my girlfriend picked one day a week for nothing but vegetables. We wanted to feel light and clean. Then the cucumbers came out of the fridge—long, hard, and covered in bumps. She spread her legs on the kitchen counter and I pushed the first one in. Her cunt was already wet. The thick vegetable slid deep, stretching her, the ridges dragging along her walls with every thrust. Juice ran down her thigh and pooled on the tile. I twisted it, pulled it almost out, then drove it back in until she gasped. She grabbed the next one, thicker, and worked it into me while I kept fucking her with the first. Our skin grew slick. The cucumbers glistened, coated in our wetness, and the kitchen smelled like sex and fresh green. We didn’t finish the salad. We just kept trading vegetables until both of us came, legs shaking, the counter wet beneath us.