Ever been with her in the kitchen—cooking together… and suddenly, you just can’t hold back?
She’s cracking eggs for your omelet, wearing that damn white shirt of yours, no pants, moving around like she owns the place.
And you? You’re just standing there thinking—“Why can’t I fuck her right here?”
You pull her closer, grab her by the waist, lips on her neck, leaving marks on her soft skin.
Your hands? Already under her shirt—and before you even look at her face, she’s moaning, pressing her palms against the counter.
It’s raw, messy, and so damn hot.
That kind of sex? You don’t plan it. You just own the moment.
And the way she gasps when you pin her to the counter? Pure fucking fire.
Quick. Dirty. Goddamn unforgettable.
So next time she bends over the fridge? Take the damn hint—and give it to her like she wants it.
Ever done it in the kitchen? How was it? Don’t worry, your secret’s safe here. 😏
