George
Lena knew exactly what she was doing by pressing her body against mine. She hadn’t even done anything serious but I was already turned on. She knew her touch affects my body yet she went as much as to caress my c**k through the fabric of my pants. “What do you say to f*****g me in the kitchen?” She whispered seductively. That seems like a crazy idea. To eat up her p***y on the countertop. It will make crazy sense. But I was starving. I needed to fill my stomach with food first.
“Let me finish up cooking, at least,” I said. Lena shook her head in disagreement and then pouted her lips. “Looks like you don’t want to feast on me today.”
I chuckled at the way she was acting like a small kid. “Why won’t I want to feast on you? I wouldn’t say no to f*****g your hole on the kitchen cou
