“Now that you’re here, I couldn’t reach the bin that has all our spring decor. I wanted to set up the table for dinner with Maya and Noah.” “My dick’s hard and ready to go, and you’re asking me to help you decorate?” “Yes. Sorry, little guy.” She pats my pants, eliciting a groan from me. “I should fuck you right now to remind you how so not little I am.” “Sounds like a plan…after you get the bins.” She leaves me with one last kiss before she sits back down on the couch.
