I imagine myself doing the dishes, wearing the apron and nothing else. I can’t hear Jacob creeping up behind me. Only when he squeezes my breasts under the fabric I smile at him. “Thank you for the dinner,” Frye purrs and decides to check how long I will be able to continue doing what I’m doing while he slowly penetrates me with his dick. I try to concentrate on the dishes but eventually I fail, grabbing the corner of the sink. His thrusts are more powerful now and he leaves me no chance to stay calm. I cry out his name as I cum, unintendedly splashing water over the kitchen floor as he fills me up with another liquid. “I will return for dessert in the evening,” Frye says and winks at me. 

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