“Do you want to come to my province?” I said, hugging him from behind while he fried bacon and sausage. I placed my cheek against his back and inhaled his fragrance T-shirt.
He didn't reply to what I said and instead shoved a no longer hot sausage into my mouth. I bit into it right away while he was still silent, and now he's placing the bacon he just fried on the platter. He then added the rice. I'm getting bored because I am the only one who keep talking since earlier. I chatted while chewing the sausage and make my hand move to the apron to the swelling area of his.
“If you don't talk to me, this is what I will bite,” I said, groping his cock despite the apron and boxer covering it. I chuckled because he leaped as a result of what I did. He still didn't say anything, so I knelt and carefully let go of his hug. I crawled in front of him by slipping between his legs.
I got his attention since he was looking at me and bowed. While still holding the utensils, the eye was shocked. “What are you doing?! You're going to get burned with the oil!”
I was still kneeling in front of him in front of his cock, gripping his hips to lower his boxer. I removed the apron he was wearing and increased the hem to fit him because it was still hanging around his neck and was obstructing my “breakfast” today. He knew what I was going for and bit the apron hem. The senses of a junior standing in front of me finally opened up to me.
“Thank you for the food!” I screamed before opening my mouth and inserting his cock into my mouth.
He snatched my hair and switched off the burner. He let go of the utensil he was holding and shoved his cock farther into my throat. I smacked his legs because, even though I couldn't breathe, he tried to bury it in my throat.
When he took it out of my throat, even my saliva congealed, and I felt weak because I was coughing and coughing. Hold my neck, since it appears as my throat has enlarged as well.
“You put that on yourself,” he said, still chuckling.
He pulled my hand and stood up. “It's dangerous here, you might burn your skin.” As soon as he said that, he lifted me up and in a blink of an eye I was on the table and lying down.
I covered my face as he removed my body coverings one by one, while he was wearing only an apron. I don’t know when he removed his boxer shorts. He suddenly turned me around and faced me at the table. He opened my legs as I turned my back on him, and I didn’t know how to stick them together when he was fingering me from behind. He spooned my p*ssy as I gripped the end of the table.
“No. I don't like your fingers.” I pinch his finger because I don’t want that. I prefer his cock. It's filling me up.
“WOAH!”
I thought I was going to fall when he removed his finger, then pulled my legs down to get closer to him. I am now facing him. He brought his face close to mine and licked my lips. I was surprised when he lifted my two legs and inserted his cock.
“HAaahhH.Fuck.” When I felt him inside me, I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. Because every contact of our flesh on each other could hear the squeaking, I did nothing but rock my hips and hold to the table. My snarl reverberated across the kitchen.
When he finished raising my legs, he lowered me and leaned me over the table. He took one of my feet and laid it on the top table. He has more access now because of that. He inserted his cock again and pounded me hard, with my stomach hitting the table. When he stands in the back, his cock seems to penetrate my whole organs inside me. I just hugged the table and let him go.
“You can't rest. You made my big dick mad, you should take responsibility for it.” He pulled my hair and lifted my neck. I thought that was all he would do, but I was wrong. He removed me from the table, and we went to have a larger space.
We did the stand the delivery position. He took both my hands and placed them behind me, he bent me over until my hair was lying on the floor and banged me hard. He will push me harder because my full body is shaking. Even though I wanted to stop, we couldn’t because we still didn’t cum. We will have to go to the office in a few hours.
I don’t know when we ended up. We spent all our time just making love. Even in the bathroom, we didn’t finish, and we did that again. If I hadn’t just said I was leaving this house— he wouldn’t have stopped. I will never repeat my provocation to him.
We are getting dressed now. I scan the cabinet that is also full of my clothes now. I can't believe it's like we're married because our clothes are mixed even though I've only been here at his house for a few days. I just hope everything stays like this.
I stared into Adams' face as I thought of the word married. I know it’s too early for that, but the thought of that gives a weird butterfly play in my stomach. I feel like I'm being tickled. I saw him adjusting his necktie, so I approached him. I started to fix it until suddenly, his phone rang.
We both turned to look at the caller and I saw the name “Aria.”
I thought he would answer the call next to me, but I was irritated when he removed my hand from his necktie and then came out without even saying that he would only answer the call for a minute.