Caught In The Act: Parents’ Playful Moment Interrupted By Their Child (part 3)

At this point your little sister tries to shout; her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Chef already had his way with her earlier. Your sister already looks so so delicious. Once you’re in the middle of the table, with your sister standing next to you, Chef shuts the doors to the hall, and gestures menacingly to your sister. Smiling to himself, he puts the knife in your mouth and cuts slowly through your cheeks, slicing them open with a clean cut all the way to the back of your jaw. Once the little cutey was nice and stuffed, maybe half of it in her, half in you still, she stands up again. The bumps are like shiny pyramids, some are large near the tip, with smaller ones around the base. You are food. It is about half the size of your sister’s body and she is strapped in above it, her legs in the air, her asshole twitching over the tip. The pain and nausea hits you from the stomach first; a sickly, nauseating, embarrassing