““All you have in here is old Chinese,” Sarah says, her head in my fridge and ass facing me. It’s quite the view. “I just bought some cheese,” I reply and lean my hips against the counter behind her to watch the show. She pulled my blue shirt on after we finally left the bed, but that’s all she has on. “I have chips,” I point to the cabinet to her left. I’m an asshole because I really just want to watch my shirt ride up and show me her ass when she reaches for them. But I never claimed to not be an asshole, so there’s that. "Salt and vinegar,” she says with delight. “My favorite.” “See? I pulled through.” “You did,” she replies and opens the bag. “In more ways than one.” “Is that right?” I purposely don’t move to her. If I do, I’ll spin her around and fuck her against the counter. On second thought, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. She nods and grins as she crunches happily on her chips, then takes a sip of the ice water I poured for her. “Do you want some?” “No thanks.” I cross my arms and watch her unabashedly. “You should unbutton the shirt.” She raises a brow. “Is that a request?” “No.” Both brows lift now, and she licks her lips, sets the bag aside, and slips the two buttons free, exposing her breasts, belly, and pussy. “Better?” “Now take it off.” She grins and lets the shirt fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. “I thought you wanted a snack,” she says and sips her water. “I wanted to see you in my kitchen,” I reply, making her laugh. “Do you have a kitchen fetish?” I do now. I don’t answer, and she saunters the few feet between us, her water still in her hand. I expect her to lean up and kiss me, but instead, she squats in front of me, takes a sip of cold water, and pulls my cock into her mouth.””
