The kitchen of the mansion was a warm haven, its marble counters gleaming under the soft glow of pendant lights, the air rich with the savory scent of simmering sauce and herbs. The faint hum of slow pop music drifted in from the main hall, blending with the gentle sizzle of the pan on the stove.
Elizabeth stood at the counter, her black apron barely covering her sheer silk gown, her bare thighs and deep cleavage on display as she stirred the pot, her movements slow and distracted by my closeness.
"Ahmm.."
I stood behind her, my body pressed against hers, my hardening cock rubbing against her ass as our lips locked in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues brushing in a slow dance. My hands slid lower, slipping between her legs from behind, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy through her thin panties.
"Ahh… Ezra… stop…" Elizabeth gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice breathless but laced with a playful protest as she arched back slightly, her body betraying her words.
