The kitchen of the mansion was a warm, fragrant haven, the marble counters gleaming under the soft glow of pendant lights, the air thick with the savory aroma of simmering sauce and herbs. The faint hum of slow pop music drifted in from the main hall, blending with the gentle sizzle of a pot on the stove, now forgotten on low heat.
Elizabeth sat on the counter, her sheer silk gown bunched around her hips, her bare thighs spread wide as I knelt between them, my face buried in her pussy, eating her out like it was the most sacred act. Her body radiated heat, her moans filling the air, each sound sending a jolt through me as I lost myself in her.
"Ahhh… Ezra…Yeahh...more..." Elizabeth moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips rocked against my mouth.
Her pink pussy was slick and glistening, her juices coating my lips as I smooched her folds, my tongue flicking over her clit with a steady rhythm.
