Stefanos' Brunch: March 2011

A blonde woman stretched out on the table in nothing but rope. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the corners. Her ass was already open, shiny with lube, waiting. The man behind her wore black gloves and a hard cock under his apron. He didn’t wait for a signal. He pushed in, slow but deep, like he had all morning to fuck her hole open. She grunted and bit her lip. The people at the table kept passing bacon and toast while they watched. One woman reached between her own legs without stopping her conversation. Another grabbed her partner by the hair and made him kneel under the table. The blonde clenched around every thrust. Her breath hitched each time the man bottomed out. Plates clinked. Rope creaked. Someone lit a cigarette. Nobody rushed. They ate and they fucked like it was the same meal.