As the steam rose from the stove, he leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "So," he purred, his gaze fixed on her plump bottom, "should I add some of my special ingredient to the recipe?" She bit her lip, her eyes wide with trepidation and desire. "What... what do you mean?" Her voice trembled, betraying her innocence. He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down her back to gently squeeze her derriere. "I think you know exactly what I mean, sweetheart," he whispered, before reaching for the carton of milk in the fridge. With a wicked grin, he pulled her close, his hardness pressing against her through their clothes, and began pouring the cool liquid directly onto her heated flesh. Her gasps of surprise mingled with moans of pleasure as she rode him, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
