I could feel Flora's breathing a little faster too, but she still said calmly, "Little bastard, don't make a mess, or you won't be able to eat dinner tonight."
I said, "You do yours, and I'll do mine."
"If you do it like this, how can I concentrate on cooking? Then do you want to eat the food I cook or not?" She said with a smile.
"I want to eat you more than the food you cook." I greedily enjoyed the feeling of sticking to her body.
"After dinner, I'll give you time to eat me." She even rubbed against me on the initiative, walked away from me, and wiped my face with her hand dipped in tomato juice.
"Huh, how dare you scribble on my face?" I also started smearing tomato juice on her face.
The two of us frolicked in the kitchen, and the joy filled the room, making me forget a lot of d
