A sandwich cookie is simple in design, yet complex in its duality in taste. A popular treat among many it can be made with a variant of flavors. The recipe at hand is of common flavors such as cinnamon and vanilla. How to make such a delicious item requires the expertise and patience akin to that of a pastry chef.
In a seaside home bordering the shores of the Mediterranean, Chef Izador prepares a pot of coffee in the midst of a dark, morning breeze. With the exception of cinnamon he has required ingredients are gathered in his fridge. The recipe in mind is a batch of cinnamon sandwich cookies, each filled in the middle, as well as covered with a vanilla cream. Izador takes a cup of coffee and patiently awaits for the final ingredient, as well as the reason why he is awake in the dark hours of the morning. While taking small sips a knock on the door calls his attention.
At the door stands a young, foreign beauty, seemingly from a distant Pacific island culture. Izador's young friend and apprentice, Estell, has arrived bringing with her the needed cinnamon. He gestures her in with a welcoming hug and closes the door behind her. Today Izador will teach his young pupil the simplicity of a sandwich cookie. The two relax for a while with coffee and reminiscent chatter of their past experiences, together and separate.
As the sun rises the pair set down their cups and put minds to the lesson. Izador always teaches in steps from the beginning. Estell is quite familiar with his method and becomes proficient with it. The chef begins with the first common step.
The First Step: Prepare the ingredients and pre-heat the oven.
Estell jumps into the chef's arms and immediately presses her lips against his, both holding the other in their arms. Izador's hands make their way to her waist, digging out her her cotton shirt from its tucked-in position from her pants. Breaking the kiss Izador takes his apprentice's violet shirt off over her head leaving her ebon hair to land and cover her white-laced bra. In turn, Estell unbuttons and unzips her pants letting them slide and lay on the floor with white-laced panties remain. Izador takes his turn in removing his shirt and shorts, leaving them laid aside with Estell's items.
Taking the lead Izador takes his apprentice to the living-room couch and kisses her to sit down with him. The pair caress each other, but the chef maintains lead by removing Estell's upper lace. Izador leans over into his apprentice and begins flicking away on the tips of her mounds. Soft sighs escape Estell's lips as she gently strokes her teacher's head of scruffy black. As the chef's lips alternate their twirling tongue on each breast his apprentice generously drips her excitement through her lower laces.
The Second Step: Mixing the batter, rolling out the dough.
Estell remains almost immobile due to her teacher's enthusiastic tasting of her potential "milk stores." Feeling downward Izador slides his hand into the lower lace and begins stirring up the tunnel to her "egg chamber." Her eyes widen for a moment then shut in an instant as she voices short whimpers and sighs. The hands that stroked her teacher's head became short pulses of soft grips of his hair. While Estell enjoys the mixing motion below, her guilty pleasure of returning the favor increases.
Wriggling out of the pleasurable assault she eagerly grasps for Izador's enlarged member. With great and unrelenting effort Estell finally pulls down the cloth and unveils the pulsating muscle. Grabbing for his hips she motions and guides Izador's entirety onto herself, and within seconds her teacher supports himself on the arm of the couch. The apprentice is situated in a different kind of glee as she uses her breasts to cradle and massage Izador's shaft, and her mouth polishing his bell. The teacher maintains his position, keeping his weight off of his apprentice while enjoying her "rolling" skills.