Kitchen sex Stories

After a night of heavy teasing, I slipped out of bed and picked up the shirt that was lying on the floor beside the bed. I figured I would be nice and make him his favorite breakfast before he woke up. I was setting the table for two when I felt a hand move my hair away from the back of my neck and shoulder. “You were being evil last night,” he said kissing my shoulder wrapping his strong arms around my waist. “We haven’t...