Kitchen Desire

Description

The scent of fresh bread hangs in the air, but she’s ignoring it. She’s lying on the cool tile, her white lingerie barely covering her. You watch as she moves, a slow, deliberate invitation. You reach out, tracing the curve of her hip. The stainless steel of the fridge reflects your desire. This isn’t a meal; it’s a promise.

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