Billie Bob Jones
"Just like that baby," Benedito hummed in my ear as he squeezed me.
"Should I go a little faster?"
"No it's perfect," he kissed my cheek as his breathing fanned my neck.
Benedito was currently teaching me how to properly dice an onion. What were you thinking we were up to?
Since he was cooking me dinner to be a good boyfriend, I offered to help once again but somehow it had become a cooking lesson as well. I even had my own apron. He stood closely behind me with his arms on either side of my body as he relaxed them on the marble counter top.
It was a bit hard to focus on the task at hand with his front pressing against my ass but I purposefully ignored it because I truly did not believe my body could take anymore.
"Benedito you need to stop," I closed my eyes and sighed when he pressed against me more. The thin material of his sweatpants and my own did very little to provide a barrier.
