After Dinner

We finish a wonderful dinner together. I cooked, so you get to clean the dishes (I am an excellent cook, I make a five-cheese risotto to die for). You grumble, but you know the rules. I watch as you begin to fill the sink and start washing. You drop a glass in the sink, it splashes you molding your shirt to your perfect tits. You bend to fish out the glass, your ass looks perfect.

My cock is getting hard. I come up behind you, pressing my cock onto your ass. You protest that you are busy and I should stop. I grab your hips and press harder, your protest lessens, as my naughty girls starts pushing her ass back into me. I lean in and start kissing your neck, you begin to coo softly. I move my hands to your tits, massaging them through your wet shirt.

I whisper in your ear "is my dirty little girl wet anywhere else?"

You moan with pleasure. I pull off your pants, spin you around and lift you on the counter. I bury my face into your wet pussy. You rip off your wet shirt and grab the ba