He’d watched something on the TV, I could tell.

He placed a blanket on the floor, stripped me naked and sprinkled cornflour all over my body. His hands glided over me, effortless and frictionless as he massaged my breasts and body.

Until…

Crevices were explored, fingers got wet and before we knew it, the massage was dough like with the consistency of glue that stuck to his cock like a whore’s mouth on heat.

We giggled entering the shower, yet I was pensive as to what I would tell the water board if the dough glue blocked the drains.