A Little Note
I’m not a baker. I’m not a food cooker either, so I’m going to need someone else to step in and take my place for Baking Cookies Day. My door is open to your warm cookies.
She outright moans with the touch of my tongue, and that’s all I need to deepen the kiss, the taste of her deliciously sweet and addictive, exactly what I’m after. I back her up against the desk and drag her dress up her hips.