I’m making you dinner in nothing but my underwear and an apron. My tits barley covered. They’re wanting to spill out the sides. The required outfit from you when I’m in the kitchen.
You come up behind me while I’m trying to stir and cut. Running your hands up my body, kissing on my neck, biting down hard, pinching my nipples, making me moan and grind against you. One hand trails up my body, grabbing my hair, forcing me to my knees. I take out your cock and start sucking you off. Using your other hand, you take off my apron.
You fuck my face; I can’t breathe with your hard cock down my throat. You reach down, pinching my nipples as hard as you can, rolling them between your fingers. I’m moaning in painful pleasure. Your cock so far stuffed down my throat that it’s just muffled screams.
As you’re about to cum, you push me back, and cover my breast in your hot cum. Being a good girl I stick out my tongue want some on my face. All over me.