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trade a review for sex. I can earn it. Let me make you a
dessert that is so good you’ll cream over it.” He flashed that
mischievous smile again and Aniston relaxed a little. She would get
to taste his five star dish after all and wouldn’t have to feel
guilty for being the one to give the superstar a bad review.
Delicious food. A good review. A great fuck. Aniston thought this
was shaping up to be a good night after all.
     
    “But first, I need some inspiration,” he said
as he snaked his fingers into her hair and pulled her face forward
to meet his. He kissed her tenderly and cupped her breast with his
free hand. He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled it
back lightly revealing her long neck. He began kissing along the
side of her neck as he twiddled with her cherry colored
nipple.
     
    “You taste good,” he whispered in her ear. His
hot breath on her skin was just the sensual sensation she loved to
enjoy. In Aniston’s world, all of the different flavors of both
food and sex were meant to be consumed and appreciated.
     
    Aniston reached around Archer’s back to untie
his apron while he was kissing her neck. Lips and tongue alternated
on the other side of her neck while he massaged her other breast
and tweaked her nipple. She reached in front to unbutton his jeans,
greedily wanting to see and ultimately feel his seemingly large
member.
     
    Archer paused from kissing her neck and backed
away from her a step. He reached up and behind his head to grab his
shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. He
paused and gave Aniston a once over. She wasn’t yet naked but the
obviousness of his gesture made her feel as vulnerable as if she
was.
     
    “Fucking hot.”
     
    Aniston felt the self-consciousness ease away
at that. She reached for his jeans and pushed them down to his
thighs. He was wearing boxer briefs and his cock was given a little
more leeway to protrude, though still reigned in. Archer grabbed
her hips and pulled her forward off of the table, jangling the pots
and pans above. He slipped his thumbs underneath the elastic of
both her panties and pajama bottoms and bent down to slide them to
her ankles. She kicked them off while he stood up and did the same
with his jeans and boxer briefs.
     
    They were both standing naked in the florescent
lit kitchen--his tanned and toned body a picture of beauty in the
stark silver and white work atmosphere. Hers more closely resembled
the creations the kitchen turned out on a nightly basis. The soft
curves of her dewy, pale skin and contrasting cherry red nipples
closely resembled the colors and textures of a succulent
cherry-topped cheesecake.
     
    Aniston looked into his crisp blue eyes and ran
her hands through his wavy dirty blonde hair. She pulled his body
to hers and aggressively kissed him, giving into the lust she had
been trying to hide from all evening and in which she was now
getting to indulge. His pecs pressed against her breasts and his
cock pushed up against her belly. While kissing, his hands reached
low behind her, cupping her ass. One crawled further down between
her cheeks grazing her anus, causing it to pucker. His fingers
moved on to her folds, maneuvering between their wetness to find
the source, her hole. His penis jerked slightly when he found
it.
     
    Archer was now hunched over kissing the back of
her neck and shoulder while reaching behind her. Aniston’s sex was
becoming more aroused by the second and she didn’t want to wait any
longer. She whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”
     
    He immediately pulled back to face her. She
could see the intense lust in his eyes of a fiery, young man often
consumed by his passions. He grabbed her ass and again propped her
up on the prep table, keeping her pussy at the edge. Aniston would
have no leverage to take part in the movement. She could only hold
onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs
up and apart.
     
    Even with the small tuft of black hair