Cutleries from a different point of view

Alisa and Sasha walk into the kitchen planning to cook. Neither one knows how. They stand close at the counter, talking recipes, and the words slow down. They’re too busy looking at each other. They like each other too much. They start kissing, soft at first, then deeper, until they’re both wet and breathing hard. They forget the food, forget the oven, forget everything but hands and mouths. Alisa pulls Sasha’s panties aside and tastes her. Sasha moans, then drops to her knees and licks Alisa back. They move from the counter to the table, clothes half-off, skin warm under the bright lights. Alisa slips a spoon between Sasha’s legs, slides the cool metal against her clit, then pushes two fingers inside. Sasha gasps, grabs a fork, runs the tines lightly over Alisa’s ass, teasing before pressing the handle between her cheeks. They take turns, licking, fingering, using whatever’s within reach, metal catching the light as it disappears inside wet, hungry bodies. They keep going until the table is slick and their thighs shake. Dinner never happens. They’re too busy fucking each other with spoons and forks until they can’t move.