"Why do you bother wearing anything in the kitchen?" he said as he leaned against the counter watching her stir the batter. Her ass swaying in time with the strokes.
"Because I don't want to end up burnt while I'm cooking!" she exclaimed as she looked over her shoulder. A few more quick strokes and it was ready to be poured into the greased pan.
He envisioned splaying her out on the counter,
