As soon as she drops her kimono, he turns her around, moves her to the side so he can lean her against the worktop. He's smirking as he squeezes sauce down over her nipples, dropping a line down the centre of her stomach and letting it works it's own way downwards.

'Doesn't taste as sweet as you,' he murmurs, running his tongue along her lower lip before bending to lap at her tits, jerking himself off slowly as he does.