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A small wooden table sat between them. She closes the oven and heads back to the counter. The living room was covered with a light colored wood paneling as a wainscoting with a soft cherry chair rail. She is by his side, apron off and glass of bourdon on a tray for him. He slowed his pace and picked up her right leg off the floor. Her moans are mixed with words. She stood there in her black heels, stocking and garter belt. Her moans are mixed with words. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Looking back at him as her body is pushed into the counter. Her bottom was not the only body part feeling the heat. He then started to thrust his hips. The black continued on the hem of the dress, her belt that hugged her waist and the shoulder straps which held the halter and large breasts in place. That she had one more thing to do. She looked up at him. Him taking her punishment too. He stops at the next door. She closes the oven and heads back to the counter. How he was strict when needed but gentle. Her blonde hair flowing with each and every thrust.
