Yohan followed her to the kitchen, just so he could continue to look at her sexy body.
"What are you cooking?"
"My signature pasta. I'm sure you'll love it," she said confidently.
By the aroma, Yohan could confirm that she wasn't joking around, but he was more focused on her body.
"What if I want to eat something else first?" he asked, moving up behind her.
She flinched, feeling him pressed up against her, his erection already straining against his clothes.
"S-Something else like what?" She stammered, pretending not to know what he was talking about, but her face was already flushed red.
"Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean," he reached over and grabbed her breast.
"Yohan… you should wait until I finish cooking…"
"How can I wait when you're wearing an outfit like this? Isn't that why you are dressed like this?" he teased, as he continued to massage her breast while his cock pressed against her ass.
