You don't need to be asked twice. You lean down and dart your tongue over Martha's lips. She laughs with pleasure and kisses you back. Still laughing, she pushes you onto your knees to the freshly scrubbed wooden floor. With one hand she tosses aside her apron and opens her button-down shirt. She tilts her head back and pours a stream of the warm sauce down her exposed front.
"Oh, darn. Will you just look what I've done? I swear, I can be so clumsy sometimes!" she sighs.
The sauce is oozing around her firm breasts, spreading over her erect nipples, making its way down her tight belly...
"Would you mind terribly cleaning up this mess?" |