#gazpacho cold soup

[huariqueje]

Gazpacho - Karolina Swidecka 

Polish , b. 1976 -

Oil on canvas , 70 x 70 cm.

[mashmouths]

knuckle tattoos that say GAZP ACHO

[agentcricket-art]

very mad that i wasn't allowed to argue with the 6th graders that Actually cereal is a soup and you cannot come up with a taxonomy that excludes cereal without having some sort of soup be left out, because then the next stage would be to inflict the Drawfee pizza, sandwich, salad discourse onto them and now i don't get to 😔

[simplyghosting]

What do you mean the heat index is 110f with a humidity of 90%+

[the-al-chemist]

Guess who

I actually thought that I’d answered this one… oops!

So, I’m currently working procrastinating on a couple of WIPs — namely, From The Vaults and my OG novel, which needs a fresh round of editing. However, I’ve spoken about that one’s playlist a hundred times now, so let’s look at the others!

The FTV shorts I’m focussing on for now are ones for the Ship Weekend. Two of these take place in the run-up to the Celestial Ball in Year 4. For these, I’m taking two songs from my Saga playlists: I Love To Boogie and Dancing in the Moonlight. There’s also one from the Valentine’s Ball in Year 6, so for that I’m choosing Heartache Tonight, which is the song for that fateful night in the Saga playlists. The last one is a KimChi short, the song for which isn’t on the playlists, but is Freedom because it inexplicably has lovesick Jae vibes for me.

I also need to edit a semi-platonic Chartemis short for the Ship Weekend. Seeing as my last Chartemis story took its name from a Smiths song, let’s go for Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want.

The other story that keeps spinning around in my brain atm is another original novel. I’m still at the planning stage right now, but I already know that the songs of Aretha Franklin will be featuring heavily in the playlist. The song that I cannot dissociate from this one in particular is her iconic version of Son Of A Preacher Man.

[pulquedeguayaba]

9 people you’d like to know better:

Thanks for the tag @midweekblues !

Last song: this absolute banger of a song ⛵️

Currently watching:

Mad Men and enjoying it a lot, definitely deserves and needs more than one viewing. One of the most emotionally complex series I've seen, and it's usually so subtle, kudos to all the cast.

Currently reading:

A book by this Argentinian social scientist on the current rise of the right, very interesting.

Also waiting for The South Pole to arrive to read it side by side with the diaries of the expedition.

Current obsession:

Some Norwegian explorer

Tagging (no pressure):

@jeremyfrail @michaelmandog @coked-out-euro-trash @cuntboysupremacy @karlavhh @edmy @galacticstar @seraphtrevs @killshanemacgowan and whoever else feels like doing it

[strangesequitur]

Last time I was at a QR restaurant I had to download and then delete three different QR code reader apps before I found one that worked while the waitress kept reappearing every two minutes, increasingly annoyed at me like I was the one who made this nonsense marketing decision.

[magazynkulinarny]

Gazpacho

Hiszpański chłodnik na bazie pomidorów, zielonej lub czerwonej papryki, ogórka, cebuli i czosnku z dodatkiem czerstwego pieczywa (u mnie w formie grzanek) to najprostszy sposób na zaspokojenie umiarkowanego głodu w upalne dni.

Nieodzownymi dodatkami są także dobrej jakości ocet winny i oliwa z oliwek e.v., sól i pieprz. Hiszpanie mawiają, że ze złego octu i gorszego oleju nie da się zrobić dobrego gazpacho ("Con mal vinagre y peor aceite, buen gazpacho no puede hacerse").

Niektórzy zalecają octy winne produkowane z wysokiej jakości win Sherry de Jerez z okolic Jerez de la Frontera, ewentualnie octy z regionu Montilla-Moriles, jedne i drugie certyfikowane Chronioną Nazwa Pochodzenia (D.O.P.), zaś inni uważają, że wystarczy uczciwy ocet winny (skoro uczciwy, to raczej niewinny?!), byle nie balsamiczny.

W pierwotnych przepisach andaluzyjskich chłopów nie pojawiały się cebula (aby zapobiec fermentacji) i ogórek, ale teraz nawet wytrawni kucharze dodają je do zupy. Podobnie, jak nie trafiało tam chili, ostra czy wędzona papryka, sok z limonki lub cytryny, kumin. To już ślady współczesności ceniące wyraziste smaki. Gazpacho - choć wywodzące się z kraju gorącej corridy i flamenco - wcale ogniste nie jest, ma rześki, przyjemny smak.

Tradycyjne gazpacho przygotowywano w drewnianej misie z użyciem drewnianego tłuczka. Na wstępie rozcierano sól z czosnkiem, aby powstała kremowa pasta. Następnie dodawano pokrojone dojrzałe pomidory, które również łatwo dawały się rozetrzeć. Dopiero taką pulpę zalewano płynami (oliwą, octem i wodą), zgodnie z indywidualnymi upodobaniami. Czerstwy chleb dokładano dla zagęszczenia posiłku.

Tak, jak nie ma jednego przepisu na kapuśniak, tak nie ma jednej receptury na gazpacho. Bywają wersje zblendowane na gładko, inne z wyraźnymi kawałeczkami warzyw, po warianty przypominające ni to salsę, ni to sałatkę.

Choć trudno w to uwierzyć, słynna hiszpańska zupa istnieje też w wariancie ciepłym: to gazpacho tostado, z rozmoczonym pieczywem, pomidorem, papryką i sokiem z sewilskich pomarańczy oraz gazpacho manchego i gazpacho serrano. Te dwa ostatnie nie dość, że na ciepło i gęsto, to jeszcze z mięsem drobiowym, króliczym, wątróbkami oraz tortillami (torta de gazpachos). Zatem zupełnie insza inszość!

Wersję andaluzyjską znaleźć można w Iberii na sklepowych półkach w pudełkach lub butelkach, przypomina nasz sok warzywny.

Składniki:

6 dojrzałych pomidorów zielona papryka (u mnie 8 pimientos de padrón) 1/2 czerwonej papryki 2 czerwone cebule ogórek 2-3 ząbki czosnku 80 ml oliwy z oliwek e.v. 20 ml octu winnego łyżeczka kminku (opcjonalnie)  sól i czarny pieprz do smaku kilka kromek bagietki (lub innego pszennego pieczywa)  2 gałązki szczypioru

Wykonanie:

Opłukać pomidory, papryki, ogórek. Pokroić warzywa na kawałki, usuwając z pomidorów twarde szypułki, a z sześciu papryk gniazda nasienne.

Cebule i czosnek obrać. Cebule pokroić w dużą kostkę, czosnek w plasterki.

Do kielicha blendera wrzucić po kolei: pomidory, cebulę i czosnek. Pomidory mają najwięcej soku i ułatwią blenderowi rozdrobnienie twardszych składników. Zmiksować na gładko.

Dodać kawałki papryki, ogórka i ponownie zmiksować, aż pulpa osiągnie pożądaną gładkość. Dosmakować solą i pieprzem. Wlać ocet i - jeśli chcemy uzyskać rzadszą konsystencję - wodę. Zmiksować i w trakcie dolewać oliwę z oliwek. Sprawdzić smak. Jeśli trzeba, doprawić według uznania.

Pozostawić w chłodnym miejscu do przegryzienia się i schłodzenia na minimum godzinę.

Przed podaniem na patelni zrumienić grzanki. Posiekać szczypior (lub cebulę) i drobno pokroić dwie papryczki (lub kawałek dużej).

Gazpacho wlewać do miseczek, obsypać dodatkami i skropić oliwą z oliwek. Można też serwować w szklankach, wówczas bez dodatków.

Cieszcie się latem, bo szybko mija!

[tkhuluq]

Spanish Gazpacho: Cool and Refreshing Summer Soup

When the summer season sunlight blazes, there is absolutely nothing fairly such as a cooled dish of Spanish Gazpacho to freshen your palate. This timeless Spanish recipe uses a fascinating mix of fresh veggies as well as tastes, production it the best selection for warm summer season days. In this write-up, we will look into the world of Gazpacho, discovering its background, active ingredients, prep work, as well as why it is a precious summer season favored.

The Background of Gazpacho

Gazpacho has actually a fabled background that traces its beginnings to the Andalusian area of Spain. This cool soup days back centuries as well as was initially a peasant recipe. Farmers would certainly utilize the wealth of summer season veggies to develop a basic yet beneficial dish. Gradually, Gazpacho progressed right into a cooking work of art, precious not just in Spain yet additionally around the globe.

The Active ingredients

The magic of Gazpacho exists in its fresh as well as wholesome active ingredients:

Tomatoes: Ripe, juicy tomatoes are the celebrity of the reveal, supplying a pleasant as well as tasty base for the soup.

Cucumbers: Amazing as well as crisp cucumbers include a revitalizing crisis to the Gazpacho.

Bell Peppers: Lively as well as vivid bell peppers add sweet taste as well as deepness of taste.

Onions: Onions supply a tip of intensity as well as intricacy to the soup.

Garlic: A touch of garlic infuses the Gazpacho with a fascinating pungency.

Bread: Stagnant bread is made use of to enlarge the soup as well as include body to the appearance.

Olive Oil as well as Vinegar: Premium added virgin olive oil as well as vinegar are vital for boosting the total preference.

The Prep work

Developing Gazpacho is an uncomplicated yet artful procedure. The veggies are carefully cut as well as combined along with the bread, developing a smooth as well as velvety appearance. Olive oil as well as vinegar are included to stabilize the tastes. The soup is after that cooled, permitting the active ingredients to meld as well as the tastes to intensify. In the past offering, it is garnished with fresh natural herbs, croutons, or diced veggies for an added ruptured of shade as well as preference.

Why Gazpacho?

Gazpacho's appeal transcends boundaries as a result of its simpleness as well as adaptability. It is a revitalizing as well as nourishing alternative for those looking for reprieve from the summer season warmth. The mix of ripe tomatoes as well as crisp veggies develops a unified stabilize of tastes that dancings on the taste. Whether took pleasure in as an appetiser or a light dish, Gazpacho is a party of summer's bounty.

Verdict

In the world of summer season recipes, Spanish Gazpacho rules as a classic favored. Its background, fresh active ingredients, as well as uncomplicated prep work make it a recipe that records the significance of Spanish food as well as the spirit of summer season. Whether relished on a balcony in Seville or made in your personal cooking area, Gazpacho is an invite to welcome the amazing as well as freshening tastes of Spain throughout the best months of the year.

tags : Gazpacho, Spanish soup, Chilled soup

[themanhattanfoodproject]

This time last week I was in Washington, DC for a short trip, and so I was finally able to make my first trip to the DC Jaleo location, which was just as marvelous as anticipated. As part of the sandwich combo I ordered for lunch, my flauta came with my choice of gazpacho, salad, or potato chips, and I opted for gazpacho. This time around, however, the gazpacho on offer was a beet-tomato gazpacho, and as someone who has tried to get into beets with middling results, I was a bit nervous.

It was amazing, and I knew my husband would love it, so I made it for dinner this past weekend. (Spoiler: I was not wrong.) It’s so good that I’m making it for holiday celebrations this week, and I’m going to sip on the leftovers for the rest of the week. Look for the recipe on the blog later this week!

[ltgfood]

(via Roasted Gazpacho - Living The Gourmet)

[luxglamxo]

Chilled Zucchini Soup On a hot summer day, this chilled zucchini soup is the ideal meal. This chilled soup is made with zucchini, tomatoes, mint, basil, and lemon juice, much like gazpacho. 1 onion finely chopped, 6 sprigs fresh mint divided, 3 zucchini sliced, 2 sprigs fresh basil, 1 tablespoon cold water, salt and pepper to taste, 1 tablespoon cornstarch, 4 cups water, 4 fresh tomato seeded and chopped, 1 teaspoon lemon juice or to taste, 3 tablespoons olive oil divided

[askwhatsforlunch]

Cold Soups For Warm Weather

When the temperature rises high in the day, dancing around the 30°C here, at the moment, and does not cool down much in the evenings, a refreshing, cooling soup makes a lovely dinner! Here are five of my favourite Cold Soups For Warm Weather!

Cold Mint and Cilantro Courgette Soup

Iced Cucumber Soup (Vegetarian)

Cold Mint Pea Soup (Vegetarian)

Gazpacho Andaluz (Vegan)

White Gazpacho (Ajo Blanco)

[op-trash-blog-of-hell]

Zoro: waiter, this soup is cold

Sanji: its Gazpacho

Zoro: okay

Zoro: Gazpacho, this soup is cold

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Your robin and franky fic was chefs kiss but would you be willing to write some solo franky?? Im really into water 7 franky and would love to see what you’d come up with !!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING FOR THIS! YALL I promise you any time anyone requests a Franky fic I WILL BE WRITING THAT SHIT. This is my dream man and no one gives me enough opportunities to write for him! So, I'm sorry I turned this into a smutty nightmare if you wanted fluff... I just need to service the Fellow Franky Fuckers out there.

Pairing: (pre timeskip) Cyborg Franky x Fem!Reader

WC: 2800

Taglist: @generaldaij0bu you might need to see this

Summary: The Sunny malfunctioning is driving you up a wall. You make a request for repairs and end up getting way more than you bargained for in the workshop.

TWs: ROBO-BONING, BABES! P in V sex, unprotected sex (pls don't) sex toy use, forced orgasm, safe words, light bdsm, communication is key and Franky respects it so hard and he's so hot for it, very much dirty talk...

Too Hot (+18)

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It was hot. 

The sun beat down on the Sunny all day and the unwavering heat was barely dispelled after sunset due to the humidity. You lay sprawled on the deck next to Usopp and Chopper, groaning in the unbearable heat. 

“I think I’ll die here…” Chopper groans with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. 

“I can’t believe I’m going to burn to death after all the horrible monster’s I’ve fought… it’s not fair!” Usopp moans and wipes his brow. 

“Just throw me overboard at this point.” You sigh. 

“But don’t you have devil fruit-“

“I DON’T CARE THROW ME OVER!” You screech at Usopp. 

Before you could murder the cowardly sniped in a fit of heat-induced rage, Sanji steps through the door to the deck from the galley. 

“Okay everyone, dinner’s on. Air con works fine in here.” Sanji calls from the doorway. 

You push Usopp and Chopper behind you as you spring to your feet and sprint towards the galley. 

After entering the swinging door, the cool air hits you like stepping through a cascading waterfall. You sigh in relief. Your bliss was furthered when you see bowls of cool gazpacho at each place setting on the dining room table. 

“Thank gods…” You grumble as you hop onto the bench and start eating. The cold soup alleviated your discomfort from the inside out and you couldn’t help but groan in content. 

“Relax, it’s just soup.” Zoro puts his bowl down next to you and gives you a concerned look. 

“Oh I’m sorry swords-for-brains, did you not notice it’s a billion and five degrees outside?” You scowl at the swordsman seated next to you at the table. 

“Who cares?! This soup is great!” Luffy chimes in and extends his rubbery arms to grab every bowl that wasn’t licked clean and shovels them down his gullet. 

You sigh. 

“Nami please tell me this heat wave will be over soon. I’m getting crows feet ON my crows feet from this sun.” You turn towards your friend and navigator. 

“I wish I had better news but it’ll be at least a few more days before there’s any relief in temperature. We’re just going to have to stay in the shade and inside where the air is working. You’re tough, y/n, you can handle it.” Nami states as she sips from her bowl of cold soup. 

You roll your eyes. 

The dishes were promptly slurped clean by your captain and Sanji cleared the table. The blaring rays of the sun had exhausted so you so you decided to take a shower and head to bed. 

After taking a cool shower, you throw on a t shirt and shorts over your panties and sports bra and lay on top of the covers of your bed. 

“Gods it’s almost like it’s hotter in here than it is out there!” You say to yourself as you lay in bed, sweat soaking through your pillow. You decide to hop up and check if the air conditioning was working. You walk over to the vent in the corner of your room and press your hands against it. HOT air was spewing out from the grate in your room. You walk backwards and fall back onto the bed. 

“Fuck.” You throw your shirt over your head and slip your shorts off and flop back onto the bed. Sweat drips from your chin down your neck to your chest. 

*whoooosh*

Hot air was being pushed out harsher and faster through the grate in the corner of your room. The temperature continued to rise and your sweat soaked through your top sheet. 

“I’m not living like this!” You shout in frustration as you push your way out of your room, without bothering to throw your clothes back on. You head down into the belly of the ship in your underwear. Upon reaching the door you were looking for, you slam it open without knocking.

“FRANKY!!!!!” You yell angrily. 

“Jeez, y/n where’s the fire? I could have been naked in here!” Franky pushes his sunglasses back on his head as he turns towards you from his work bench. 

“You’re always naked!!! Also, more importantly, why is the HEAT ON in my bedroom?! Are you trying to cook me like a rotisserie chicken?!” You pant out, still very sweaty. 

“Oh that’s no good… I’ll have to go check the generators.” Franky rises to his feet, towering over you. “Sorry you were so uncomfortable, little lady. I’ll get this sorted out super quickly. Why don’t you get some shut eye in my bed for awhile? It’s still nice and cool down here.” He gestures to his bed in the corner of the room while he grabs his toolbox. 

You sigh. 

“Honestly that would be great, I feel like I’ve been in an oven all day.” You walk over to Franky’s bed and flop down on your back. Being this deep in the ship, there were no windows on the walls, but you were so sweaty and tired you didn’t care. 

“Alright well I’m gonna go fix this for ya, try and get some rest. Your room will be back to super condition in no time!” Franky leaves and you settle into the pillows and close your eyes. The sweat covering your body began to dry and you were finally comfortable again. You find yourself relaxing into Franky’s bed, smelling slightly of cola and motor oil, and drifting off into a light sleep. 

You wake up to the door of the bedroom closing and you snap your head up. 

“Woah, what do we have here?” You hear Franky’s booming voice as you rub the brief sleep from your eyes. It must have still been late at night. 

“Some dream ya must have been having, huh?” Franky stands above the bed and nods towards your spread thighs. You look down at where he was gesturing and notice a huge soaked patch in your pink panties. It was at this moment you notice the wanton ache in your core and abdomen… you must have been having a very wet dream and were awoken before you got to the good part. You instinctively slam your thighs shut in embarrassment and cover your face with your hands. 

“Look at you, so shy but dripping all over my sheets?” Franky continues with a smile, noticing your bashfulness. 

“I-I’m sorry I-“ You stutter and try to explain yourself. 

“It’s okay sweet thing! It’s totally normal. Looks like you’re pretty pent up, huh? I can fix that for ya, if you’re interested.” 

“I.. I mean that would be nice I guess…” You pull your hands away from your face hesitantly. 

“Aaaoooww!! That’s what I wanted to hear! Let’s get started then!” Franky grins and leans down to grab something from underneath his bed. He retrieves a large metal box and pops open the lid. 

“Hmmm let’s see… Some of these… definitely this…” Your robot whispers to himself as he roots around in the large chest. He rises and brings a pile of items out and flops them onto the bed. These were things you’ve never seen before, so your eyes were darting from chain to leather to silicone you had no idea what to focus on. 

“Take that bra off for me baby, I wanna ask ya some things before we get started.” Franky grabs the hem of your panties and gently tugs them down your legs.

You did as you were told and unclasped your bra, tossing it to the side and leaning back again. Franky softly sets your panties down on his bedside table and remarks, 

“I’m keepin’ these.” 

Your body shudders when you hear the sinister tone in his voice.

“Ok doll, now tell me…” Franky traces his hands up and down your thighs, parting them in the process. “How do you like it? I can edge you for an hour or so… or you could cum until you cry… any preference?” Frankly asks casually as he organizes the objects he had turned over onto the bed. 

“I, um…” You were young, not a virgin but not very experienced. This man was almost 10 years older than you, how were you supposed to know what you wanted from him?

“I… I wanna cum… I think…” You eventually squeak out. 

“Ok babydoll, good choice. Can ya promise me you’ll say ‘red’ if you want to stop?” Franky cups your jaw and makes sure you’re looking into his eyes above you. You nod. “No no, tell me you will.”

“I will say it, I’ll say red. I can do it.” You breath out, so ready for him to please you already. You rub your thighs together. 

“And you’ll tell me if there’s anything ya don’t like, hm?”

“Yes of course I promise!” You groan out, impatient to feel Franky’s touch on your skin. 

“Super! I’m going to put you in a spreader bar now, sweet cheeks, so you can’t close your legs on me. It’ll just go around your legs like this…” Franky explains to you methodically as he straps your legs into the homemade device. You tentatively try to close your thighs to see how effective the bar was… and it certainly did its job. 

“OK and these are gonna squeeze your nipples, just like this…” Franky gently attaches the nipple clamps onto your sensitive buds. 

“Oh!!” You cry out as he tightens the screws on them. Franky pulls back and admires his handiwork. You were laid out on his bed, metal clasps squeezing your nipples, causing you to writhe against the spreader bar forcefully separating your legs. 

“Fucking perfect. If you want I can gag you, too…” Franky approaches you with a ball gag in hand. 

“Wait, no. I don’t want that.” You state clearly, even through your lust filled haze. Franky grins down at you. 

“Gods, you’re so fucking hot when you tell me what you want baby. Good idea sweetie, that way everyone can hear how good I’m gonna make you feel.” Franky squeezes your breast, eliciting a whine from your lips. He moves to grab something from the foot of the bed. It a large long, black, wand like device. 

“Spread them for me, I wanna see that cute little pussy.” Franky grabbed one of your knees and pushed it open. 

“I didn’t shave…” You try to cover your face with your arm so you didn’t have to see Franky’s eyes on your most intimate bits. 

“Good! Smells much better like this…” He takes a deep inhale. 

“Fuck,” You sigh out. “You really are a fucking pervert- OH!” The device Franky was pressing against your sex suddenly sprung to life and vibrated against your clit. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced in your life and your stomach tenses immediately. 

“Wait- fuck, Franky! Wait holy shit, wait- ah!” You scream as your orgasm sneaks up on you and takes you out like an assassin. You legs give out and flop against the bed. Franky removes the toy and cups your sex with his free hand. He feels your hole still gently pulsing against his palm.

“Oh poor baby, ya really are wound tight…” Franky coos down at you from your side. “We’re gonna need a lot more of those before you’re ready for me..” He removes his hand and returns the vibrator to your sex. You cry out as he drags it through your wet folds at the lowest intensity. He eventually keeps it at your clit and increases the vibrations. 

You squirm and moan. 

“Hey,” Franky scolds as he pulls on the chain between your nipple clamps, causing you to moan louder. “Don’t fight it, doll face… just cum, I know you’re there again…” He presses the device harder into your flesh and you crash over the edge again. This time it was even more intense, spasms continuing long after the euphoria ended. 

“Franky… It’s so much…” You whine as he leaves the vibrator pressed against your sex even after you’ve cum for a second time. 

“You can take it. I know you can. You know what to say to get me to stop…” Franky meets your gaze and raises an eyebrow. 

You pull your thighs closed to escape the sensation but the bar prevents you from doing so. 

“Come on baby, one more like this, I know you can…” Franky increases the speed of the vibrator. 

“Shit! I can’t!” You arch your back away from the stimulation. 

“Then say it, sweetheart.” Franky increases the speed again. 

“Fuck! I’m- I’m cumming!” You cry out and violently lurch forward on the bed. You grab Franky’s forearm and sob in pleasure. You hear the buzzing of the machine stop and your spasms start to slow down. 

“Think you can take me now, sweet thing?” You are broken from your post orgasm trance by your cyborg lover slipping off the only piece of clothing he had on, his red swim briefs. 

“Mmmhmmm….” You seductively whisper as you roll onto your stomach and push you ass backwards with your knees, exposing your puffy, red wet hole to him. 

“So ready for me, what a good girl.” Franky coos as he strokes down your back bone. “I’m gonna fuck you now, take a deep breath…” 

“SHIT!” You cry out as Franky’s enormous cockhead breaches your hole. You were wildly wet and open after 3 orgasms, but his sheer size was causing your insides to stretch beyond compare. 

“Its- ah” *sniff* *hiccup* “It’s so big, Frank! Ah!” *sniff* 

“I know sweetheart, it’s a lot at first, but you gotta relax and let me fuck you. You gotta open up more baby..” Franky leans forward and places kisses on your shoulder blades. He feels you lessen your grip around him and he pushes in further. “Gooood girl… stretching so nice for me…” He finally pulls back out and shoves himself into you again. 

“Oh!” You cry out in surprise. You continue to yelp helplessly as your powerful cyborg lover drilled into you from behind. 

“Yes there it is mama, cum on this dick. Feels good, huh?” Franky has the audacity to laugh as he hammers into your G-spot. 

You were involuntarily pushed over the edge and sent screaming into yet another orgasm. You sob and Franky uses his massive strength to flip you over onto your back. He enters you again and you moan out in overstimulation. 

“Come on, one more doll, bet you can squirt on me…” Franky thrusts into you from above, holding your hips into his at the perfect angle to hit your spot. 

“No, I- I can’t” You pant out breathlessly, knowing this is something you aren’t capable of. 

“Yes you can baby, come on just try it for me.” Franky pulls back and places one hand on your stomach and the other on your clit. He begins to rub circles into your sensitive nub and applies deep pressure to your lower abdomen, all while thrusting deeply into you with his cock. You snap for the nth time that evening and tears spill from your lash line as your hips spasm in pleasure. You feel different, like some sort of physical release in your bottom half deeper than the normal climax. You look up after catching your breath and see that your fluids had soaked both the bed and your lover’s abdomen and thighs. 

“Hnnnnhhhh” You whine and weep in overestimation. “It’s too much, Frank, please!” You cry out and claw at your cyborg’s back. 

“Almost there mama, take it for me…” Franky rasps into your ear as he reaches his own climax, huge cock buried deep against your cervix. The loudest moan you’ve ever heard reaches your ears and you toss your head back into the pillows. The both of your whine as Franky carefully removes himself from your body. 

You lay there in a daze and didn’t even notice that your lover had left until he returned with a warm towel to dab at your swollen, messy sex. You twitch involuntarily as he cleans your sensitive bits. He unlocks your legs from their hold in the bar and gently pulls the clamps off your nipples, soothing them with the wet cloth.

“You room should be cooled off by now, glad I could occupy your time until the repairs kicked in.” Franky helps you snap your bra back on behind your back. 

“Thanks for the help, and thanks for the distraction.” You reach up and grip Franky’s jaw to kiss it. You slide off the bed bend down to grab something. You hold the worn red pair of swim briefs up to your face. 

“I’m keepin’ these.” You giggle and bolt out of the room with Franky’s bikini. 

“HEY! Those are my only red ones! This is not very super of you!”

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