Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
John came home to find the lights dimmed and romantic music playing. The stupid baby must have forgotten romance is for adults. He pulled at his tie, calling my name, and found me in the kitchen wearing a skimpy little lingerie set. My ass was out, and the heels I wore were so tall. The nude thigh-high stockings hugged my legs in a way that made his dick instantly twitch. “Wow, Honey. What’s all this?” He slipped up behind me, pressing his erection into my ass and kissing my neck. I giggled and swayed into him.
“Oh, you know.” I turned in his arms and helped him out of his shirt. My fingers skimmed down his pecs and toned stomach until I was undoing his belt. “I got you something new today.” His eyes were hooded as he watched me undress him. “A high chair!”
