My compliments to the chef.”
“Thank you,” Philip told her, and he happily fed my bound wife some more. But instead of unloading inside of her, he pulled out again and hastily spun towards the table, almost losing his balance in the process. “How wonderful,” my wife told him in her most girlish voice. Philip reached over for the plate, and dumped the rest of its contents onto her chest as he was still tittyfucking her. Philip spent an ample time around her tits, moving up to kiss her again, letting Amanda taste the sauce on his lips and inside his mouth. The tall, wiry Asian man looked at my wife’s food- and cum-streaked body, and nodded with appreciation. That was all he needed. “Fuck, I love rubbing against you,” he growled lustily into her ear. He grabbed a hold of the chair that she was still sitting on and spun it so that Amanda was facing away from the table.
