She was supposed to be making tea. She’d been able to focus on it, just about, despite the
She was supposed to be making tea. She’d been able to focus on it, just about, despite the buzz of the egg in her cunt, making each step an exercise in concentration. Waiting for the kettle to boil was purgatory, a delay on him doing anything else, but an infinitely long time to wait before that next thing. Finally came steam, and she’d just begun to pour when there was a curt clack of shoe on tile, and she glanced behind. He was all but naked, nothing but a smirk and a pair of glasses. Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth, and the tea overflowed. -- source link
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