what's for dinner

Here I was innocently cooking as you can see,



slaving over a hot stove, when you snuck up behind me and stripped off my apron.




Left naked, as your eyes watched me move around the kitchen, you sat in the chair your legs spread, your fingers dipping into your wet pussy, glistening as you pulled them out and offered me a taste, before leaning back further and wetting your fingers again, traced around your nipples, the candle light reflecting off of them, as they harden under your caress. You walk up behind me, rubbing them across my back as your arms slip around me to grasp my nipples and pull me back into you, your thighs pressing into my ass and your arms holding me tight against you. As you move, against me my cock hardens and your fingers slide down to grasp it, pulling me around and into your kiss. You sink to your knees and guide me into your mouth, your lips taking me in, your tongue teasing, your teeth lightly holding, and sealing your lips you suck me deep inside, feeling my pulse against your tongue and my head swelling under your efforts. My hands press you closer to me, forcing my cock deeper still, your hands cupping my ass cheeks, the nails digging in to add that extra little pain you know I need. Your mouth pumps and I climax into you. As you stand, your nails sliding up my body to take my nipples and pinch, my mouth opens and you press yours against mine, pushing my cum into my mouth and feeling your fingers twist, I gasp and swallow.

You say there is your appetizer, now back to work. You can guess what is waiting for you for dessert.