The cook, alone in the kitchen, lets his desires run wild. He unzips his pants, his hard cock already throbbing. He strokes it, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He thinks of the last customer, his hungry eyes, the way he bit his lip. The cook jerks faster, his breath hitching. He spills his load onto the counter, a primal groan escaping him. He wipes it up, grinning, ready for the next hungry patron.