Poached Lobster

Being with a lawyer had its privileges, Emily thought, placing the lobster tails into the pan. She had the heat on low, the butter nice and frothy as the lobster gently cooked. Rocco came up behind her, nibbling her earlobe.

"Hey, I'm cooking here," Emily said playfully. Rocco chuckled.

"And I'm about to fucking here," Rocco growled, lifting up the bottle-blonde's skirt to reveal her skinny, pert ass. Emily giggled, basting the lobster with the butter. He slide his slacks down to his ankles. He was always hard and ready to go, Emily thought, sighing happily.