She rushes around the kitchen island. “Hold on,” she calls. I tip my head down and spy the round curves of her perfect ass as she bends over the sink. She’s got the cutest little dimples, her back sloping, boobs swaying as she reaches for the sink handle and turns it off. I tip my head back, quickly averting my eyes as she hurries forward. “Here,” she says, handing out a dish cloth soaked in water. “Are you okay?” I look down at it, then at her, trying to keep my gaze above her chest. “Uhh…why don’t you use it?” She laughs, holding up the dish rag. “Cuteness, what do you expect me to do with
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