Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
I never knew hors d’oeuvres could be so fucking sexy. But this man turned catering into an erotic art. He was a master and the food was his masterpiece.
A friend of mine was having an open house on a multi million dollar listing. So of course, I was not going to miss it. The house was absolutely breathtaking. But the caterer literally took my breath away. He was standing behind the massive taj mahal quartz island. Focused intently on each tiny detail, he was working his magic. He was an Italian stallion with a passion for food and turning it into art. And I was focused on him. The way his muscles flexed with each squeeze of the piping bag into the miniature hors d’oeuvre serving trays. Then the way he meticulously laid each individual fresh herb precisely on top with his chef tweezers. That was all enough to get me all wet and turned on. But the way his juicy meatballs squirted such an explosive flavor bomb in my mouth almost made me cum in my panties.
Sexy Hors D’oeuvres
During the open house, I snuck into the butler’s pantry where he was preparing miniature dessert pastries. I told him that his creations were not only exquisitely presented but they were absolutely delectable. He gave me a coy smile and told me that he saw my eyeballs roll back in my head when I bit into his balls. I wasn’t quite sure what to say. But he quickly followed with “Wait until you taste my eggplant” and a wink. My eyes were probably about the size of his balls. But he was so fucking sexy, and his boldness was turning me on. Before I knew it, he had me bent over the wet bar. And it wasn’t the only thing that was squirting everywhere. He will definitely be catering for all of my future events.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453