The alarm beeped softly as I jimmied the lock open, the sound barely registering over the pounding of my heart. Fuck, this is gonna be good. I slipped inside the kitchen supply store, the cool air hitting my skin like a slap. The place was a fucking playground—rows of shiny utensils, gadgets, and ingredients just begging to be used. I yanked off my Harlequin costume, tossing it onto a display of mixing bowls, and stood there in nothing but my mask and a wicked grin. The cameras were already live, streaming every inch of me to the sick fucks watching online. My earbud crackled to life, the robotic voice of the text-to-speech chat filling my ear.“Harley, grab the rolling pin first. Let’s see you ride that shit.”I laughed, low and dirty, my fingers already twitching with anticipation. “You heard ‘em, folks. Rolling pin it is.” I snatched it off the shelf, the smooth wood cool against my palm. I spread my legs wide, leaning back against a counter, and pressed the rolling pin against my cunt. The pressure was immediate, delicious, and I moaned, loud and unashamed. “Fuck, that’s good,” I hissed, grinding against it. The wood slid against my wetness, sending shivers up my spine. I could feel the eyes on me, thousands of them, watching every move, every twitch of my body. It made me hotter, wilder.“Now stick it in,” the voice demanded.I didn’t need to be told twice. I angled the rolling pin, pressing the tip against my entrance. It was thick, almost too thick, but I didn’t care. I pushed, feeling myself stretch around it, my cunt gripping the wood like a vice. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back. I shoved it deeper, inch by inch, until I could feel it hitting that sweet spot inside me. I started to move, rocking my hips, fucking myself with it. The sensation was insane—hard and unyielding, filling me up in the best way possible. My tits bounced with every thrust, my nipples hard and aching. I reached up, pinching one between my fingers, twisting it just enough to make me cry out.“Next up—skewers. Decorate yourself.”I pulled the rolling pin out with a wet pop, my cunt clenching around nothing. I grabbed a handful of skewers from a nearby display, their dull points glinting in the dim light. I removed my piercings. I wanted to stretch up the gauge of my piercings. I pressed one against my nipple, the tip digging into the sensitive flesh. I bit my lip, pushing it through slowly, feeling a throbbing stretch. “Fuck yeah,” I muttered, sliding another one through my other nipple. The pressure was electric, mixing with the pleasure still coursing through me. I didn’t stop there—I pressed a skewer against my clit piercing hole, my breath catching as I pushed it through. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but I loved it. I was a fucking work of art now, decorated with stretched pleasure.“Time for the mixer. Tie yourself up first.”I grabbed a length of rope from a display, my hands trembling with excitement. I looped it around my wrists, tying them together tightly. The rough texture rubbed against my skin, sending little sparks of pleasure through me. I stepped over to the stand mixer, flipping it on. The motor hummed to life, the spatulas slapping fast and furious. I positioned myself over it, lowering my cunt onto the spinning metal. The first touch was electric, the spatulas slapping against my clit and sending shockwaves through my body. “Holy fuck!” I screamed, grinding down harder. The sensation was overwhelming, the rapid vibrations making my legs shake. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my cunt clenching around nothing as the beaters worked me over.“Escape time. You’ve got two minutes.”I groaned, pulling myself away from the mixer. My cunt was throbbing, desperate for more, but I had a job to do. I twisted my wrists, working at the knots with frantic fingers. The rope bit into my skin, but I didn’t care—I needed to get free. Finally, the knot gave way, and I yanked my hands apart. “Done!” I shouted, grabbing a bottle of chocolate syrup from a shelf. I squeezed it over my tits, the cold liquid dripping down my skin. I licked it off, moaning at the sweet taste mixed with the salt of my sweat.“Now the blender. Stick your ass in it.”I laughed, grabbing the blender and setting it on the counter. I flipped it on, the blades whirring dangerously fast. I bent over, spreading my ass cheeks and lowering myself onto the housing. The sensation was insane—sharp and intense, the housing vibratinging against my asshole and making me scream. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I chanted, grinding down harder. The pain was almost too much, but it only made me hotter. I could feel myself getting close again, my cunt dripping with need.“Last one—eggplant. Fuck yourself with it.”I grabbed the biggest eggplant I could find, its smooth skin cool against my fingers. I pressed it against my cunt, moaning as it slid inside me. It was thick and heavy, stretching me in all the right ways. I started to move, fucking myself with it, my hips rocking back and forth. The sensation was incredible—firm and unyielding, hitting all the right spots inside me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with need.“Cum for us, Harley.”I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved the eggplant deep inside me, my cunt clenching around it as I came hard. My whole body shook with the force of it, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I collapsed onto the counter, panting and sweating, my cunt still gripping the eggplant tightly.“Stay tuned,” I whispered into the camera, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “This is just the beginning.”

Harley breaks into a kitchen supply store, stripping down to her mask and using various items for sexual pleasure while live-streaming for viewers. She uses a rolling pin, skewers, a stand mixer, and a blender for intense stimulation, and finally, she fucks herself with a massive eggplant, climaxing hard and promising more to come.

The alarm beeped softly as I jimmied the lock open, the sound barely registering over the pounding of my heart. Fuck, this is gonna be good. I slipped inside the kitchen supply store, the cool air hitting my skin like a slap. The place was a fucking playground—rows of shiny utensils, gadgets, and ingredients just begging to be used. I yanked off my Harlequin costume, tossing it onto a display of mixing bowls, and stood there in nothing but my mask and a wicked grin. The cameras were already live, streaming every inch of me to the sick fucks watching online. My earbud crackled to life, the robotic voice of the text-to-speech chat filling my ear.

“Harley, grab the rolling pin first. Let’s see you ride that shit.”

I laughed, low and dirty, my fingers already twitching with anticipation. “You heard ‘em, folks. Rolling pin it is.” I snatched it off the shelf, the smooth wood cool against my palm. I spread my legs wide, leaning back against a counter, and pressed the rolling pin against my cunt. The pressure was immediate, delicious, and I moaned, loud and unashamed. “Fuck, that’s good,” I hissed, grinding against it. The wood slid against my wetness, sending shivers up my spine. I could feel the eyes on me, thousands of them, watching every move, every twitch of my body. It made me hotter, wilder.

“Now stick it in,” the voice demanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I angled the rolling pin, pressing the tip against my entrance. It was thick, almost too thick, but I didn’t care. I pushed, feeling myself stretch around it, my cunt gripping the wood like a vice. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back. I shoved it deeper, inch by inch, until I could feel it hitting that sweet spot inside me. I started to move, rocking my hips, fucking myself with it. The sensation was insane—hard and unyielding, filling me up in the best way possible. My tits bounced with every thrust, my nipples hard and aching. I reached up, pinching one between my fingers, twisting it just enough to make me cry out.

“Next up—skewers. Decorate yourself.”

I pulled the rolling pin out with a wet pop, my cunt clenching around nothing. I grabbed a handful of skewers from a nearby display, their dull points glinting in the dim light. I removed my piercings.  I wanted to stretch up the gauge of my piercings.  I pressed one against my nipple, the tip digging into the sensitive flesh. I bit my lip, pushing it through slowly, feeling  a throbbing stretch. “Fuck yeah,” I muttered, sliding another one through my other nipple. The pressure was electric, mixing with the pleasure still coursing through me. I didn’t stop there—I pressed a skewer against my clit piercing hole, my breath catching as I pushed it through. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but I loved it. I was a fucking work of art now, decorated with stretched pleasure.

“Time for the mixer. Tie yourself up first.”

I grabbed a length of rope from a display, my hands trembling with excitement. I looped it around my wrists, tying them together tightly. The rough texture rubbed against my skin, sending little sparks of pleasure through me. I stepped over to the stand mixer, flipping it on. The motor hummed to life, the spatulas slapping fast and furious. I positioned myself over it, lowering my cunt onto the spinning metal. The first touch was electric, the spatulas slapping against my clit and sending shockwaves through my body. “Holy fuck!” I screamed, grinding down harder. The sensation was overwhelming, the rapid vibrations making my legs shake. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my cunt clenching around nothing as the beaters worked me over.

“Escape time. You’ve got two minutes.”

I groaned, pulling myself away from the mixer. My cunt was throbbing, desperate for more, but I had a job to do. I twisted my wrists, working at the knots with frantic fingers. The rope bit into my skin, but I didn’t care—I needed to get free. Finally, the knot gave way, and I yanked my hands apart. “Done!” I shouted, grabbing a bottle of chocolate syrup from a shelf. I squeezed it over my tits, the cold liquid dripping down my skin. I licked it off, moaning at the sweet taste mixed with the salt of my sweat.

“Now the blender. Stick your ass in it.”

I laughed, grabbing the blender and setting it on the counter. I flipped it on, the blades whirring dangerously fast. I bent over, spreading my ass cheeks and lowering myself onto the housing. The sensation was insane—sharp and intense, the housing vibratinging against my asshole and making me scream. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I chanted, grinding down harder. The pain was almost too much, but it only made me hotter. I could feel myself getting close again, my cunt dripping with need.

“Last one—eggplant. Fuck yourself with it.”

I grabbed the biggest eggplant I could find, its smooth skin cool against my fingers. I pressed it against my cunt, moaning as it slid inside me. It was thick and heavy, stretching me in all the right ways. I started to move, fucking myself with it, my hips rocking back and forth. The sensation was incredible—firm and unyielding, hitting all the right spots inside me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with need.

“Cum for us, Harley.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved the eggplant deep inside me, my cunt clenching around it as I came hard. My whole body shook with the force of it, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I collapsed onto the counter, panting and sweating, my cunt still gripping the eggplant tightly.

“Stay tuned,” I whispered into the camera, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “This is just the beginning.”

Harley breaks into a cooking kitchen and set to livestream a hot show.

Harley's Fuckin Bake Show

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