“Come home for lunch. I’ve got something special planned.”
At the sound of the car door slamming, I climbed onto the table. When the front door closed, I called out, “Lunch is hot and ready, baby.”
One hand slid between my legs as the other tweaked a hard nipple. I heard him growl as he closed the distance between us, yanking me to the edge of the table. Freeing his cock, he plunged into my wet depths. Our frantic coupling ended as his cock jerked, spilling his hot seed. After catching his breath, he kissed me.
“So, what’s for dessert?”
