(So hey, this is EK, and my partner in crime doesn't know I'm posting this... She will kill me as soon as she finds out. Enjoy it while it lasts.)
(Rated C for fucking classy stuff that also probably counts as porn in some language.)
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The rock was already hot, having long been lying in the fire. She was fully prepared for her wife, the grilled cheese, to come lie with her.
The grilled cheese was soaked as well... in butter, that is. Yep, both of her crusty bread slices were coated in warm, greasy butter. And she, too, was ready for this. She'd never been more ready in her entire life.
The grilled cheese slipped onto the rock, the butter easing her slide. And so the tension began.
Gently, the butter began to fizz. The cheese around her edges began to bubble and warp in ecstasy. The crusts of her bread crisped gently into light black delicacies. And the rock lapped all of this up hungrily.
Trickles of oils spilled up through the grilled cheese's porous services. The sandwich made sounds of pleasure as its insides slowly warmed up. The warmth began to spread to all parts of her. It was nearly... nearly...
Just like that, the grilled cheese was flipped over. This exposed her well-done backside to the open air while thrusting her sensitive bits down onto the sizzling rock.
The oils seeped back down through her layers, returning to the hot rock below her. The rock sighed in response to this, her partner's juices slowly oozing out across her surfaces. And just as the last bit of the rock was covered in her wife's smoking butter, the sandwich became fully cooked.
Such moments of food orgasms are not meant to be experienced by mankind.
