she cut up the last bit of green onions for the soup and finished squeezing out the roasted Garlic for, whatever it was.
He stood and stirred the soup and the other sauces and what not.
if he let something go wrong, he knew she would have his head, which didn’t sound too bad at all.
She watched over his shoulder and nodded in approval.
“yay! done!” she exclaimed.
He turned off the heats and sighed loudly.
“hey!” she pouted and put her hands on her hips. “At least the hard part is all done now!”
She paused for a moment. ‘hard..’ She bursted out with a fit of giggles.
He quirked a brow at her.
“Oh nooothing…..” she said, wanting to just knock everything off the dining room table and do him right there.
She walked over to a drawer, pulled something out and slipped it into her cleavage.
“Johnnyyyyyy,” she said in her sexy, whiny voice.
She approached him and wrapper her arms around his waist, rubbing her boobs up against his torso.
She buried her face into his chest.
“mmmm, Johnnyyyyyy… you smell nice. And I like the sound of your heart…” she said, closing her eyes.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her head to his chest.
“Yeah? Well, good. Because that’s where you’ve been, and that’s where you’ll always be,” he said as he breathed into her hair.
“awwww,” she said, smiling into his chest, “you’re the sweetest!”
She pulled away and drew circles around his chest and tummy.
She looked up at him and pouted “Theres a mess on the table,” she said .
She took steps forward, backing him up into the table.
She pressed her boobs up against him again.
He turned slightly and pushed everything off of the table.
He hopped onto the table and leaned on his arms.
She climbed onto the table and and straddled him.
She placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him down so he was laying on the table.
She rubbed herself against his growingly hard dick, over and over again.
He reached to touch her, but she held his hands back down.
“not allowed~” she said, sticking her tongue out.
She pulled his shirt up
