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Kitchen Sex (Long Smutshot 16+)

I ran fast across the horizon trying to escape what was haunting me. It could've been animals, It could've been demons, I didn't know because I didn't look back. I just kept on running until my breathing fell behind. My body collapsed on the floor and I was going unconscious as the air blows in my face and the thing behind me was coming after me. What did I do wrong? Then suddenly, I went unconscious, for what seemed like a long time, before I woke up in my bed.

I start to hyperventilate slightly before realizing that it was all just a dream. I get up, trying not to wake up my boyfriend, and head to the kitchen. I get the coffee pot ready to make some coffee and I dig in the oven drawer for a pan. I go into the fridge and pick up the stick of butter, and the carton of eggs that is nearly empty,

'We need more eggs,' I thought. I turn on the oven and let it heat up, while finishing up my coffee, adding two spoons of sugar, and creamer. Eventually, I add a slice of butter to the pan, cutting it to perfect proportion. While having the butter sit and melt on low heat, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and brush my teeth. Sitting on the counter was all of my boyfriend's hair products and cologne,

'He has more hair products than I do,' I chuckle to myself, washing off my toothbrush. I put my toothbrush back in the holder, and rush back to the kitchen.

The butter was completely melted and the pan was ready to cook eggs on. I crack three eggs in the pan and I set up a second pan on another burner. I turn the burner on low, grab some pancake mix out of the pantry, as well as a big clear glass bowl, and I make sure to save a few eggs to add to it, along with making sure to measure the right amount of water. Before putting the ingredients in, I take a spatula to start scrambling the eggs, and I add the salt and pepper.

I start mixing the bowl of pancake ingredients by hand while keeping an eye on the scramble eggs. I hear rummaging in the other room but thought nothing of it and I continue to mix the pancake batter together.

When I finished mixing, I pour a bit of the batter into the pan and let it sit. I take the finished eggs and pour them on a plate. I keep my eye on the pancake cooking when I feel a set of hands wrap around my waist,

"Morning sleepy head," I chuckle,

"Good morning my love," he starts kissing my neck, "What are you making?"

"Well the scrambled eggs are done, I'm making some pancakes now, why?" I smirk,

"Oh I don't know," he continues to kiss my neck, down to my shoulders while rubbing my waist, "Those pancakes can wait, can they?"

"Yeah, let me finish this one first-" As I finished my sentence he turns me around and starts kissing my lips ever so gently, slowly traveling his lips onto my cheeks, then my jawline, back to my neck, rubbing his hands on my arms, practically pinning them to my sides.

Next thing I know, he's picking me up and placing me on the counter, ripping my blouse off and throwing it to the side, making out with me, now viciously, moving his hands up and down my body, teasing my body, teasing my thighs. My eyes look into his, begging that he did more, wanting him to rip my pants off and play with me, use me. The pancake slowly starts to burn in the pan, smoke coming from the seams, but I have no care in the world, and neither does he.

My wishes come true, he rips my legs open and tears off my pants from my inner thighs, out. He pulls me towards him and kneels down to the level of my area. He begins kissing my thighs, leaving love bites frequently and teasing my pussy with his hands. He places his thumb on my clit and starts rubbing it in circles, small moans escaping from my lips,

"I love your noises," he smirks, before placing his tongue teasingly on my pussy, though I still had my underwear on,

"P-please, take them off," I beg, looking him in the eyes. He continues placing his warm tongue on my pussy, occasionally flicking it. My moans become louder and whinier. I hate not getting what I want, and he knows that, though after a few minutes passed he took off my underwear and started to tease my entrance with his fingers.

Soon enough, he makes enough room to insert two fingers into me, moving them in and out, and occasionally bending them. I was no longer able to control myself and my moans came out vigorously. The stove was steaming so much, that it was hard to see each other. I sneak my hand towards the oven to successfully turn it off, though that didn't change much when it came to the amount of smoke in the room. He moves his fingers faster and faster until I eventually reach my high.

He comes back up to my eye level and glances at my lips before kissing them. His lips once again travel to my jawline, and then to my neck, when all a sudden, I feel something much bigger trying to enter. My moans come out as whimpers as his dick enters me. He starts off at a slow pace, teasingly running his fingertips along my neck and chest while doing so. I look into his eyes with the look of helplessness. He looks up at me and stares me dead in the eyes, before moving faster, and rougher,

"Starting to see what's happening, darling?" He asks as the smoke started to clear up, and my moans continued. I was starting to feel on edge again, before something that I never imagined happening, happened. He takes himself out of me, and starts putting his clothes on with the biggest smirk on his face,

"Go on and finish up that pancake," he walks off towards the bathroom, leaving me on the counter as a whimpering, shaking mess.