In the heart of the city, there was a bustling kitchen. The chef, a woman of long, flowing locks and perfect breasts, stood in the center of it all. She was nude, her body on display for the world to see. But she didn’t care. She was in her element.
Her name was Sophia, and she was known for her culinary skills. But tonight, she had a different kind of appetite. She had just finished a long shift, and all she wanted was to relax. And what better way to do that than to indulge in a little self-pleasure?
She started by making herself a drink. A stiff one. She took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She was ready.
Sophia’s hands trailed down her body, stopping at her breasts. She squeezed and kneaded them, her nipples hardening at the touch. She pinched them, letting out a soft moan. She couldn’t help but feel turned on by the sight of her own body.
