Marshall drizzles the maple syrup over her bare breasts and licks up the sweet goo, tongue swirling around her nipple to get every last drop. Some of it drizzles down, pooling in her navel, but Marshall's fastidious when it comes to licking it up.
Lily pushes herself off the counter and gets down on her knees, unzipping his fly, taking him into her mouth. The powdered sugar caking her lips leaves a white ring around his dick as Marshall grips the edge of the granite, moaning.
Then Lily gets up and puts on her apron (and nothing else), and she bends over the kitchen island, and Marshall slips into her from behind. He kisses her neck, and she tastes just like strawberries.
Sunday mornings are so much better now that they live alone.
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Lily pushes herself off the counter and gets down on her knees, unzipping his fly, taking him into her mouth. The powdered sugar caking her lips leaves a white ring around his dick as Marshall grips the edge of the granite, moaning.
Then Lily gets up and puts on her apron (and nothing else), and she bends over the kitchen island, and Marshall slips into her from behind. He kisses her neck, and she tastes just like strawberries.
Sunday mornings are so much better now that they live alone.
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