Once is not usual I found my beloved in her kitchen. She didn't hear me arrive, absorbed in preparing her dish and the music coming from the speaker. So, I take the opportunity to observe or rather admire him working in the kitchen. She is standing at her sink and peeling some vegetables. She whistles while washing her vegetables. She treats them with love, delicately passing her hands over the zucchini, carrots and other tomatoes. As I observe him lovingly washing his plants, a small burst of hot desire comes over me. She is there, with her little flying, short, flowered dress revealing her beautiful stocking-clad legs. While she is busy administering whisks to a sauce being reduced on the fire, I notice that her dress sways from right to left in time with the beating of her wrist. I can notice the first lines of lace on her stockings. His buttocks are not left out and shake at the same pace. She stops her sauce, removes it from the heat and sets it aside on the work surface. She goes to the fridge and takes out a poultry to accompany the vegetables. She leans over to take a dish from the drawer under the oven. This has the effect of revealing the full length of her legs and I can contemplate all of her stockings and the emerging beginnings of her buttocks. I immediately notice the absence of panties as usual. My hot flash increases and I feel that my penis is not left out and begins to feel tight in my pants. I see her preparing this bird with love, coating it with butter, sprinkling it with Provence herbs. She peels some garlic and onions which she delicately inserts into the stomach of the gallinaceous while spreading his thighs. I can already imagine myself reproducing this act on my dear stove. my body heat goes up another notch. She puts the dish in the oven, sets the timer and turns up the thermostat. She is now focusing on dessert. She peels some apples and cuts them into thin slices. She takes out the flour, butter, sugar and begins making a pie crust. I look at her, still mixing the flour with the butter and water, her locks of hair fall in her face, she puts them behind her ears and covers them with flour at the same time. She resumes her kneading gently, but firmly, I see this dough taking shape between her fingers. She plays with this dough by squeezing it between her fingers. It forms a ball which it passes from hand to hand. She takes a rolling pin and covers it with flour, the way she runs her hand around this utensil from top to bottom is a feast for the eyes and the mind. She rolls out her dough and bends down again to take out a pie pan. Not finding it, she squats down, her legs are slightly apart and I have a breathtaking view of her small penis. I confirm that she has no underwear. She gets up and spreads the dough in the mold, covers it with compote with the back of the spoon which she slides languorously over the dough, then takes particular care to delicately place her apple slices, a little brown sugar on top, cinnamon and the tart heads to the oven. I can't take it anymore, hidden behind my ficus, I really want her there now. It was at this moment that I decided to surprise him with my presence by saying “hello my love”. She suddenly jumps in fear. I let her come to her senses by taking her in my arms to reassure her. She huddled in this alcove while giving me a little tap on my pectorals and saying “you’re stupid, you scared me”. I kiss him tenderly on his mouth to apologize for this childish surprise. His lips taste like apples mixed with sugar. I delicately run my tongue over all the corners of his lips. She extends her tongue to meet mine and I suck it delicately. Her hands go down to my bottom and as with the dough, she gently kneads my protruding apples. I slide my hands down her legs and pull them up under her dress. I press myself against her to show her my desire for her. She whispers two words to me… “take me!” ". Without a second thought, I put my hands under her buttocks and lifted her up. She places her legs around me and I position her sitting on the counter. It is at the right height, I pull up her dress, revealing her slightly hairy penis. she spreads her legs and pulls me towards her. I take my pants down without waiting. My penis is tense with desire, ready to shove this beautiful sausage into my beauty's hot oven. Delicately, she takes it with her hands and pulls it towards her den which she spreads with her other hand. I feel the heat and wetness of her little pussy all around my red glans. I move my pelvis forward again and again and my penis slowly sinks into this vaginal softness. I take his pelvis and bring him closer to me, sliding him on the granite. I am fully returned and I feel her undulating her pelvis to better feel myself deep inside her. She rubs all the walls of her pussy against my penis increasing her sighs, her little cries of pleasure. She speeds up her undulations and a ...

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