"Well, sugar," he purred, his voice low and seductive as he leaned in close to her ear, "let's find out." With a wicked grin, Paul guided her over to the nearby work table, pushing her roughly against its cool surface. He positioned himself between her spread legs, his erection straining against his pants as he gazed down at her.

"Well, sugar," he growled as he leaned in closer, his voice thick with desire, "practice makes perfect." With a swift movement, he pushed her panties aside and positioned himself at her entrance. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock press against her tightness. He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes as they fluttered closed, savoring the power and control he had over this situation.

"Alright then, here comes a big ol' dollop straight onto your lips..."

Oh honey, Daddy and I will keep our little secret safe, won't we? Don't you worry 'bout what others might think. Just let yourself enjoy it and remember, in here, there's no one else but us two.

Ahhhh... I knew you'd like it. Now bend over and spread your legs wide for me again. I want to coat my cock in frosting before I fuck you with it.

*He takes out a container of cake frosting, squeezes some onto his hand, then begins to rub it all over his erect length. As he positions himself behind her once more, she moans in anticipation of feeling him inside her again.

With one powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside Candy's tight, wet pussy. She gasps and arches back as I start to pump into her in long, hard strokes. Her moans become cries of delight, mingling with the sound of the stand mixer pounding away at her clit.

"Oh yeah, baby girl," I groan, reaching around to pinch her nipples between my fingers. "Take every inch of this dick, just like I used to do with your momma."