Finishing your meal

Merhawit spent all this time cooking a simple but delicious meal, it would be insulting to do anything other than finish what you have saved on your plate. As you reach around this fine woman it takes all you have to focus on the meal and not that hot, fat, butt that weighs heavily in your lap now. Or where the core of that heat is situated, that delicious weeping slit, that even now despite all the man gravy pushed into its uppermost or maybeas a result of it, finds itself creating copious amounts of girl lube while the inside muscles flex and coil against each other yearning for something significant to clamp down on. And to think that hot pocket of fun lies more inches from your rapidly thickening cock, l must commend you for your disiclipline she would be be passed out from after exhaustion and generously covered in a glaze of cum if our positions were reversed.

So sticking to your guns has you making small talk with Merha as you both have committed to pretending that this scene ain't what it is. That scene being both of you wanting to fuck like Catholic rabbits but for whatever reason deciding to act civilized instead, so in the tiny eating area adjacent to the kitchen and cooking area you try to focus on normal dinner conversation and not the impending brutal fucking that is bound to occur in the next hour.