"Oh yes..." Babs breathed. "Ream me out. Hit my belly button from the inside, you big bad wolf!"<br/><br/>He could smell the sweet musk from her recent exertions, and the darker, heavier secent of her sex. Her labia was already swollen with her arousal, and she was already slick, making his entry easy, if tight. Nor was she passive, as he pushed forward, she rocked backwards, driving him deeper.<br/><br/>"Ahhh! Talk cooking to me! Tell me how you're going to mutilate this body..." She gasped as she rocked back and forth in counterpoint to him. "... maybe not for real as we'd need a kitchen, but I love hearing it. I've been whipped, beaten, sliced, diced, rolled flat as a pancake, minced, spitted, stuffed, roasted, fricazeed, stewed, barbequed, deep fried, grilled, boiled, dismembered, and had my remains turned into a trophy head and a rabbit skin rug."<br/><br/>It was clear just listing them was getting her even more excited. "In fact, I've never found a form of preparation I didn't like."