As soon as he arrived, the carpenter noticed the alluring scent of his neighbor's cooking. He couldn't resist knocking on her door to inquire about it. When she answered, wearing nothing but an apron, his heart raced. Their eyes locked, and they both knew what was about to happen.
He followed her inside, his gaze drifting down to her plump rear end. She turned around, her face flushed, and bit her lip. There was something about the way she stood there, vulnerable yet confident, that drove him wild. Without saying a word, he pulled her close and kissed her passionately.
She responded eagerly, her hands running through his hair as she pushed him against the wall. They both groaned in pleasure as their tongues danced, their bodies pressed tightly together. He slipped his hand under her apron, tracing soft circles around her growing desire.
