Dinner First?
Whoever said you needed to eat dinner first.I'm standing in the kitchen in my short sundress, waiting for him to get home. As I’m preparing his dinner, he walks in looking so fine. He takes one look at me and gives me a deep kiss—tongues playing, hands roaming down my curvy body, grabbing my ass. Feeling the lack of panties, he dips underneath my dress while I'm still cooking. I feel him kissing up my thigh, his wet tongue meeting my lips, licking furiously as I gr...
