Hot out of the oven

"Whatcha need help with Rogue?" Asked Scott as he turned the corner to find the woman sorting plates and checking the time on the stove when she turned around and leaned against the kitchen counter with a grin. The way her hair framed her face with that trademark white stripe drew him to her vibrant green eyes and perfect smile. Not to mention the way her chest heaved out when she leaned back with her hands on the counter's edge behind her.

"Ah've been wonderin if you could help me baste some oh these chicken wings once they're ol done in the fryer."

Hearing the ding of the oven timer, Rogue perked up and turned to pull the meshed colander out of the small fryer, revealing crisp and sizzling chicken drumsticks and wings. Once she was sure they were rinsed of the hot oil, she upturned the colander into a steel bowl and handed a bottle of hot sauce to the man.

"Here, you gotta be quick. Spray these ol chicken wings with sauce and ah'll give 'em a good shake."

Quickly applying the sauce to the wings, Rogue placed the glass lid over the bowl and pinned it there with her thumbs while she gave the bowl a sturdy shake, the effort distracting Scott as he stared at her impressive bust wobble between her arms lathering the sauce over the wings. But at the last second, her thumb slipped, letting a dollop of hot sauce to splash out between the bowl and lid and stain Scott's button shirt.

"OH! Ah'm sorry sugah, mah thumb slipped." Worried the southern belle as she placed the bowl on the kitchen counter and plucked a paper towel off a nearby roll and began dabbing sauce off him shirt.

"It's alright Marian, it was just an accident, heh, its just an old shirt too."

"Ooooh, me and mah butter fingers, getting y'all dirty before dinner's ready."

Making her way up cleaning off his shirt, she looked up to find a splotch of hot sauce on the man's cheek. Eyeing it like some forbidden spot she dare not reach. The glossy red stain made her salivate, enough that she breathing in sharply and licked her pouting lips. She wanted to clean him off, but her heart was beating like a jackhammer and her stomach was forming butterflies, she had no idea what to do.

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From her spot from the living room table, reading the paper, Jean eyed the kitchen door and narrowed her eyes, before dabbing her finger as if to press a button.

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Leaning forward, Rogue surprised Scott by kissing the man right on the cheek where the hot sauce had landed, licking the spot clean with her tongue just as she pulled away from the kiss and licked her lips again. The two locking eyes, Scott reached out and grabbed hold of the woman's thighs to pull her in for a kiss, one she quickly reciprocated with a moan into his mouth. Kneading the globes of her ass, Scott moaned into Rogue's mouth as she pressed her chest against his. Rogue fumbled with his belt as she felt his hands reach up and try to unbutton her dress.

Consumed with passion and taking the lead, Rogue grabbed handfuls of her dress and ripped it open, sending buttons flying as she tossed her dress to the ground and jumped up to sit on the counter, pushing items out of her way as she unclasped her bra, all while Scott finally undid his pants and pried free his erection and aimed it at her pussy when she tugged her panties to the side.

With a groan and whimper, Rogue's eyes fluttered, grabbing onto Scott's shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist as he began to thrust into her. Locking her feet together, the woman moaned into her mouth, lashing her tongue against his in a smoldering kiss as she ripped open his shirt and pressed her bare breasts against his chest. Pulling away from the kiss and leaning back, Scott cupped one of Rogue's breasts and sucked in her stiff nipple, forcing her to grab a cloth towel to bite into to keep from screaming, and rightly so as that last bit of stimulation was enough to set off an orgasm, making her go stiff and squeeze the man wrapped in her legs all the tighter.

Breathing hard and locking eyes again, the two made out furiosly, their tongues coiling around each other in their mouths as the two pulled away from the counter so Rogue could get her footing again, separating from Scott for only a second to turn around and pull down her panties. Mounting her from behind and pressing her against the kitchen counter, the two regained their rhythm as Scott thrust and bucked hard against her. Meeting his thrusts with her own, Rogue pressed up against the man, letting him grab at her ripe breasts and gasped, pressing her cheek against his to kiss and lick.

"Fuck me Scott... FUCK me! Fuck me like ahm your prized sow, ride me like a rodeo bull in a bar, I wanna feel you...you... Yooooouuuuuuu." Kissing him again, the two groaned into each other's mouth as they reached a second orgasm that evening. Going rigid as they quivered and breathed ragged breaths until they calmed down and Scott slumped down on top of the woman. The smell of burned corn bread coming from the oven but the woman was too exhausted to care.