"Oh, Oh, Oooh."

Cookie moaned freely as her rich dark ass was split. Coffee creamer leaked out onto the patio. Manicured nails clutched the table and the back of the chair. Her blonde hair swayed and bounced, slick with sweat. Her husky voice carried through the empty balcony and reached down the stairwell. The looming flickers of the rising sun cast shadows down the alley below.

She paused her thrusts and rolled her rear, letting her plush cheeks massage the chef's crotch. Her hand reached back and pulled him by his neckerchief into a deep, simmering french kiss. His mustache tickled her nose as she slid her tongue in his mouth.

She'd arrived earlier than expected, hence their wilful, wild romp outdoors. He'd expected someone a little more...professional,to lease out his attic. Certainly not a lovely woman in a trendy dress with chocolate chip leggings and gloves.

Though frankly, he wasn't going to complain about an exotic beauty with a clear dress and a black one piece pretty much raping his mouth as she pulled him up the outside balcony. He also hadn't noticed her pilfer a pitcher of coffee creamer until they were crashing into the chair.

Cookie pulled away, leaving a strand of spit between them. Her lidded eyes burned with a passion that threatened to burn. She traced up his neck from the chair's back and drew shivers on his sweaty, glistening skin."Aaah. Don't be so coy, monsieur - you can touch me as you please," she insisted with a smile.

Her rump started bumping up and down anew. She hissed at the delightful pain of in her ass. The cute little beret on her head bounced along with her. His hands stayed on her hips and guided her up and down his rock-solid cock.

His hips sped up until they were audibly slapping together. There was little doubt that they could be heard, and they had not but a chain across the outside stairway to act for their dignity's defense.

Yet neither one could possibly care if they were caught. They were outside, on his own property, facing away from the main roads. They were less likely to be brought under scrutiny as much as being cheered on by anyone who stumbled on their fucking.

The chef finally reached up and seized both her tits. His sudden grip made her gasp in shock. Her back arched, giving him more access to her perky, covered breasts and her choker-clad neck. He leaned down and bit into her side. His hands massaged and palmed her sensitive bosom. "A-AAH!"

Her dulcet tones spurred him on. He suckled her neck, leaving delicate little nicks and nips on her sensitive flesh. His hands reached for the outline of her nipples and gave them a firm tweak. She twisted her hips to give him more access, bringing a leg over his thigh in the process.

The chef let her straddle him as he balanced her on his lap. He slapped her tits a few times, eliciting further moans. His hips smashed into hers as he rammed her tight, globulous ass.

Suddenly he leapt to his feet, bringing her along. Cookie squeaked in shock as she was suddenly struggling to balance on her toes. The chef's hands closed around her supple thigh, holding it open and outstretched as he pounded her ass.

"M-Merci!"

Cookie's hands reached back and grabbed his hips for support. Her rump grinded over his pelvis, clapping against his disheveled shirt. Her head tipped into his shoulders.

The chef increased his pace, enjoying the lascivious song of moans and mewls out of her lips. His mouth popped off her neck and licked in her ear. "EYAAAH!"

He reached for the half-empty pitcher and tipped it over her. The stream of french-vanilla poured down her neck, into the thin crack of her choker. He brought it up over her addled face. Cookie winced, but stuck her tongue out and downed whatever slipped into her mouth. The runoff drizzled down her neck and wound up atop her boobs, leaking into her cleavage.

He brought the pitcher back down and admired his handiwork. Her lovely dark skin was painted white. The erotic sight of her bathed in cream was the last straw.

He collapsed back into the chair, and took her down with him. His cock was planted deep in her ass just in time for dessert.

Cookie's eyes rolled back as her mind crumbled away. She went limp in his arms and surrendered to her orgasm. Hot, syrupy cum filled her ass. His fingers dug into her still-covered breasts. His spunk dripped out of her stuffed butt, landing on the metal chair beneath them.

The two basked in the afterglow as the sun peeked over the distant rooftops. He could see the flushed, satisfied look on her face. But when she opened her eyes, it was clear that there was still more work to do. She'd need much, much more than that to quench the passionate flames of desire.

She struggled up his shaft, eventually prompting him to gently guide her to the top. His cock popped out of her ass, letting spunk drip out. She cooed in bliss. "Oh, la, la - such a friendly welcome!"

Cookie flicked back her hair, exposing the brown choker around her nape. She adjusted her dress and pulled down her top. Her creamy, rich dark boobs bounced out. She stood up, letting his cum leak out of her crack.

He watched her strut to the door, letting her ass gyrate with every sensuous step. She came to a stop at the door to his home, and turned to face him with her arms splayed across the frame. The chef glanced down at her glistening folds and trimmed muff before he looked at her cream-covered face

She raised a coy finger and beckoned. "Now that we're acquainted, perhaps we should talk about the finer details of my...in here?"

The cafe stayed closed that day.