"Ughh... Shane, let me finish my job cleaning the kitchen."
“I can't wait any longer,” Shane growled. His lips were busy sucking on Cammila's neck, while his palms crept into her loose blouse.
“I love that you added a few pounds to your frame.”
“Do I look fat?” Cammila tilted her neck and pushed back her hair to give Shane extra access to suck on her skin.
“This is sexy. You're not fat. In fact, I prefer your current appearance."
A soft moan escaped Cammila's lips as Shane squeezed her ass. She sighed between Shane's growls, which were getting louder and wilder. Cammila was sure they wouldn't last more than five minutes in the kitchen because Shane would immediately throw her on the nearest sofa to make love.
“Are you finished? I want to see you lying naked on my new Persian carpet.”
