Jenny Manson's eyes locked onto the steaming pot of water on the stove, her heart pounding in anticipation. She didn't know what had gotten into her, inviting him over for a "little dinner." But as he stepped behind her, his hands running down her sides, she was glad she did.
His fingers trailed up her spine, causing tiny shivers to run through her. She could feel the heat of his body pressing against her, the hardness of his arousal straining against her bottom. Her breath hitched as he leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear.
"You smell incredible," he whispered, nibbling on her lobe. She shuddered in delight, leaning back into him. His hands slipped beneath her apron, caressing her stomach, and she gasped as he slid a finger inside her panties, drawing circles around her sensitive bud.
