She loves to eat. She likes meat, pasta, and all kinds of desserts. She particularly enjoyed watching me get busy in the kitchen, trying to learn to do things herself and failing quite helplessly so.
"I'm not of much help," she sighed, frustrated with herself.
"No, no. Just your presence is enough to motivate me, my lady," a smile plastered on my face.
She looked like a complete mess in that apron of hers. Quite a beautiful and irresistible mess.
I shouldn't be like this, but my cock was throbbing painfully as it strained against my pants. I am glad she couldn't see me as I was behind the counter.
Fuck! I want her so damned much. It is almost so annoying. How painful it is being so close to her.
The scent of her soap is addicting to me. Ahhhh, roses and vanilla. I can almost taste her.
"My presence, huh," she pouted, driving me mad with desire as I focused on her lips.
