“HEY! Who the Hell is in my God-damned kitchen? And why the Hell did you let me sleep in and miss work?” he shouted.He was greeted by the sight of...a curly-haired blonde woman wearing a pink pajama bottom and one of his old t-shirts working his stove with the efficiency of a line chef at a fancy restaurant. While her bacon was frying, she was preparing scrambled eggs in one hand and popping bread into Mike’s toaster with the other. Mike took a few seconds to acknowledge how good this woman. ”“Wow. I don’t know what to say.” I replied.“Don’t say anything just make love to me, ravish me, fuck my brains out. You are all I can think of since I saw you yesterday. I’m all juiced up and begging for it. I warn you though, I’m a screamer and a creamer when I’m with the right man. The problem is my husband isn’t the right man.” She rattled on.“Sucks to be him. So he can’t ring your bell?” I asked.“Ring my bell? He can’t even find the bell tower.” She laughed.“You guys don’t make love. We started from Chennai & our parents told to drive slow & take care. We where chatting in the car teasing each other. She was wearing a pink tops & a skirts. She looked dam sexier. I just kept on talking with her & our talk went on to A-jokes. This made cleared that she did not feel sham to talk all these matters to her brother. Suddenly it started to rain. I started becoming heavier. But we continued our talk, suddenly the wiper did not work. It was a heavy rain, so I was unable to drive. So. Then I want to hear you screaming my name, and I’ll keep fucking you until you beg me to stop.”“Do it,” I say. “That sounds perfect.”“Speaking of perfect,” he says. “I need to suck on your perfect tits.” With that, he begins to unbutton my shirt, a pure example of multitasking as his cock is still buried deep inside, and he’s still thrusting into me. So I decide to help, and the job goes much quicker. He bends his mouth to one of my nipples, taking it gently between his teeth, flicking it with.