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I made you wait, deliberately, before I entered the kitchen. It was time to fix dinner. We usually eat around 5……but tonight I’ve got something else in mind, something that I’m quite sure will make you have a BIG appetite *wink*.
When you walk into the kitchen, checking to see what’s cooking for dinner, you find me…… looking very ready to be the main course!
"Before you say anything," I say with a slow step closer, my grin giving away that I’ve clearly been up to something, "I found something in your BBQ cabinet." I lift my hand, wiggling my fingers inside a pair of glossy black latex gloves. Pressing my soft tits into your chest and wrapping my arms around your hips, "You really shouldn’t leave things this tempting lying around," I whisper into your ear as I pull your pelvis into me and squeeze your sexy ass with my gloved hands. Slowly I begin to lightly grind against you while we stand in the kitchen, the fridge to our side, the coffee counter behind us….the small room was heating up and the stove wasn’t even on *wink*
You’re surprised, I can tell. And after all this time, the fact that I can still surprise you is what makes it so amazing for both of us.
"Those were for… grilling," you say, your voice low and excited, cracking halfway through, "I didn’t think you’d…I mean you look….absolutely delicious!"
I laugh softly, circling you like I’m inspecting my favorite toy….because I am." Oh, I know what they were for," I say, tapping one latex-covered finger against your chest. "But they match my new black slip so perfectly and I couldn’t resist." Smiling, I lean in, my voice dropping into a teasing whisper, "And when something goes together this well… I gotta have it. Like you, and your BBQ gloves." *naughty grin*
You exhale, overwhelmed in the best way…. "Dessert tastes better when you’re excited, not full," you say as you attempt to brush my messy curls from my face.
Eagerly, I step back, "Good," I say, giving you my most seducing smile, and trying to regain control. My own arousal is literally making me weak in the knees. Your touch always affects me that way.
"I like you off balance. I like you breathless," you confess as your eyes rest on my boobs.
"And I love how this slip tames my curves just enough to make you wonder what I’m hiding… and what I’m not," I tease as I drop the dress to the floor and stand in our kitchen wearing my new slip.
You reach for your zipper and quickly unzip. "You looking like that, and my cock is rock hard…I can’t even think right now," you admit, your voice low and unsteady.
I smile, "Then don’t think," I say, brushing my gloved hand across your cock, "Just react. Because I put this slip on for you. I put these gloves on for you. I put these 6" stiletto heels on for you…..And now," I whisper, my desire unmistakable, "I want to feel you as you dive into dessert…"
