You caught my eye by the muscles that rippled through your chef jacket. Immediately I got curious “Who is he?” and I made it my point to ask you what's your name but you beat me to punch and asked me first... I couldn't hear a word you said because I was so focused on how the words rolled off your tongue, escaping through your pearly whites, and how your plump lips looked smooth and soft so fucking inviting. I had to remind myself to breathe because you were breathtakingly desirable.
The day you jokingly called me baby I had visions of you whispering in my ear whilst being deep inside my pussy that immediately throbbed, I was sure by this I got wet. When you took your chef jacket off to complete your task my eyes and sanity were tested whilst watching you I slowed your motions down and envisioned you slow stripping right there and then whilst licking and biting on your soft luscious lips steering into me and asking me “Are you ready”. You jokingly flirt and tease me with your words but if you only knew what I was thinking or feeling as the moisture between my thighs gets more and more intense. I wanna fuck you in the worse way having you scream my name begging me to stop whilst snatching your soul cuz that's what I do.