In the Kitchen

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He liked watching her work in her bare feet and apron covering the cute sundress that accentuated her curves just right. She moved with confidence, almost graceful, sure of herself and her abilities in the kitchen. No doubt she was in her comfort zone. He couldn’t help but wonder what was under that dress.

She could feel his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen. Knowing he was watching put a little extra sway in her step, bending a little further than necessary when checking the oven, giving him a good view of her ample ass, ‘accidentally’ dropping a thing or two to give him an eye full of her cleavage. Teasing him was turning her on so much. Her panties would be soaked…if she was wearing any.

She could feel his breath on her neck when he came up behind her causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. He pressed against her from behind, sliding one arm around her waist. “Are you sure you don’t need a hand?”

“No, I’m almost done.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said and slid his hand up to cup her breast and kissed her neck. Her nipple stiffened under his touch.

“I marks head bobbers porno thought you was hungry?” she asked.

“Starving… that’s why I want dessert first,” he answered pressing himself more firmly against her. She could feel his bulge pressing against her ass. He slid his hand up her inner thigh, just barely grazing her pussy, just enough to confirm that she wasn’t wearing any panties as promised.

“You want me to stop?”

“Oh god no,” the words had barely left her mouth before he pressed his hand more firmly on her pussy. His fingers rubbing along her wet slit. He turned her to face him. She gasped with pleasure when he slid two fingers in deeper. Then he raised his hand to her mouth, his fingers glistening with her nectar. They shared a taste of her from his fingers, tongues intertwining into a passionate kiss.

“Mmm I need a better taste. Get on the table.”

She paused only long enough to take off her apron and pull the dress over her head, tossing them both on the floor. She sat on the table. He reached massage porno behind her and unhooked her free, freeing her beautiful tits. He buried his face in them kissing and sucking her nipples to hard peaks. Kissing down her soft belly. She laid back on the table and he spread her legs further. He kissed her inner thighs, first one then the other. Then moved on to her pussy, just kissing and licking the outer lips, teasing her until she was squirming and aching for more. He pushed his tongue inside her lips and licked up and down her slit. Licking and sucking her clit. Burying his tongue deep in her pussy, savoring her sweetness. Her wetness dripping from his chin as he licked and sucked and devoured her pussy. Sliding his fingers in while using his mouth on her clit. Her pleasure heightened even more when he used a wet finger in her tight asshole before licking it too. The combination of his fingers and mouth making her writhe in ecstasy until she came again and again.

He pulled her up to meet his lips and taste herself on his tongue.

“Your turn,” she said meet-suck and fuck porno with wicked grin, getting down off the table and onto her knees. Reaching for his buckle, undoing it and unzipping his pants, his hard cock springing from the constraints of his pants. He reached down and grabbed his shaft and guided the head into her eager mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head then sucked the length of him into her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock.

As good as her mouth felt, he suddenly craved something more. He pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. Bending her over the table and entering her with one hard thrust.

Gripping her hips, he pounded her pussy from behind hard and fast. He put his thumb in her ass never missing a stroke. Their moans filled the kitchen. When he felt himself getting close, he rubbed her clit and fucked her harder. A few more deep hard strokes and she came even harder than before just as he shot his hot cum deep in her pussy.

He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. She reached for her dress but he snatched it up first.

“Just the apron,” he said firmly with a sly smile.

She got back to work putting the finishing touches on supper wearing only the apron barely covered her DDD’s. Smiling to herself as she felt his cum dripping down her inner thigh.

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