She's only wearing an apron while making bread. I can see flour puff up from the table. Arms around her, fingers interlocking in the dough. Kneading the dough with one hand, leaving flour on her boobs from kneading them. "Mission accomplished," she says as I throb against her bum. Turning and lifting, laying her down. I slide in and feel her tight and warm around me, as my balls drag over
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