Chapter 37. Scissoring My Cousin While Baking: pt. 2

I flipped the sign to “closed”and locked the bakery door, my shaved pussy already clenching with raw horniness as I strode to the back.

Toria was already bent over the cold steel table, her apron hiked up high, her shorts tangled around her ankles, her hairy pussy—wet.

”Fuck the croissants, fuck me first,” she growled, spreading her puffy, pierced pussy lips wide with two fingers, the ring exposing the pink, dripping wetness inside.

I snatched the vibrating strap-on from the drawer, buckled it tight around my hips, the thick silicone cock buzzing hard and insistent against my own throbbing clit. “Bend lower, you filthy bitch,”

She dropped to her elbows immediately, her round ass arching up high, begging for it. I grabbed the milk carton and poured it straight over her crack in a cold, white river running down her slit, soaking her hairy folds and making her shiver as she moaned low.

”Shit, Nina, lick it off me now.”

I knelt behind her, pressing my