I turned around and faced him quickly, my lips meshing against his, the butter on my lips rubbing all over his freshly shaved face. His hands moved quickly to my hips, and he placed me on the freshly wiped countertop.
I ran my fingers through his hair, the smell of baking banana cupcakes heavy in the thick air. I had accidentally decorated my chest with batter as I was spooning it into the pans, but Marcus quickly helped clean me off with his hot and able tongue. I spread my legs as I felt his throbbing c**k getting closer and closer to me.
I shrieked with delight as he finally shoved it in, and my body slightly slipped toward him on the moist countertop. I breathed in soft, quick breaths as he cleaned the batter off my body and expertly slid in and out.
When it started to get too slip
