Her hands are still moving the pan, slipping the spatula under the pancakes and turning them one by one.
Her heart is racing, and she's breathing shallow. His hand at her breast draws a shudder up her spine, and she can feel the hard length of his cock against the curve of her hip.
She waits as long as she can before she clicks the heat off under the pan, and takes a half step away from the stove, letting her kimono slip down around her waist with a sigh. Her eyes close and her hand slips up to cover his.
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Date: 2010-05-17 07:53 pm (UTC)Her heart is racing, and she's breathing shallow. His hand at her breast draws a shudder up her spine, and she can feel the hard length of his cock against the curve of her hip.
She waits as long as she can before she clicks the heat off under the pan, and takes a half step away from the stove, letting her kimono slip down around her waist with a sigh. Her eyes close and her hand slips up to cover his.