>>12365641I’m gonna write MORE
keksandra didn’t move a muscle. she forgot to close the door and anyone could’ve seen her do everything and why did it have to be /ck/ of all people?
“honey, is something the matter? why do you have your shorts…oh, oh my…you found them.”
and she could see it all. her used sock still on keksandra’s cock, hanging down with a streak of goop seeping out of the toe part.
“o-oh, sweetheart! i know you might be terrified but i promise, i’n not upset! just a little surprised! i know how girls with…extra parts are.”
…wat
/ck/ approached keksandra as the girl turned around nervously, wringing the sock in her hand. “you’re not mad?”
the chef smiled to set her mind at ease. “well, maybe about the theft, but it’s not a bother! look, sweetheart, i will be honest with you. sometimes i see you glancing down at my feet for a long time…and a few other girls around here. you didn’t exactly hide it very well, you know.”
keksandra started to turn red from embarrassment
“and you’re a futa, so i understand you can’t help it. now, if you want to do that stuff with my socks, you can ask me, sweetheart! i’d be happy to give you some used socks to play with.”
keksandra looked up. she wasn’t mad and, not only that, she was going to help her too??
“just wash them in the sink when you’re done, okay? get all the stuff out before it dries and i’ll come and collect them. or you can visit me! four doors down on the right, remember?”
the girl nodded blankly. “uh-huh…th-thanks /ck/.”
/ck/ gave the girl a little peck on the head. “there’s a good girl. wash the one you just used, honey.”
and like that, /ck/ was gone. keksandra stood still, wondering if she’d just been blessed by an angel. then, she removed the sock from her cock and went to wash it.