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where she saw him standing in the middle of the kitchen, cooking breakfast, in an apron. Just an apron. Her apron.
    He looked up at her with his silly, crooked smile, “Hi, honey! How are you on this fine morning?”
    Scratching her head, she raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Turn around.” She nodded.
    He turned to show her his taut, nut- crackin ass and she giggled. He was so sexy. A hot, sexy, incredible man. Naked. Cooking breakfast in her apron.
    “This is such a Kodak moment.”
    “Don’t you dare.” Laughing, his eyes lit up and he walked over to her, carrying her breakfast plate to the table. Bowing as he pulled out her chair “Please sit, m’lady, your breakfast awaits.”
    Annie replied in a thick, posh accent. “Why, thank you, Sir. Will you be joining me this morning?”
    “Ah, yes, m’lady, would you like a cuppa café to go along with your breakfast?”
    “Most certainly, m’lord.” They both laughed hysterically, “Honey, you’re such a dork!” she teased. They were so much in love, even acting like a couple of dorks was romantic.
    He sat down on the chair next to her and as soon as his bare butt hit the cold wood, he jumped . “Dang! This chair is cold.”
    “Put some clothes on.”
    “Clothes? That would ruin the moment. I wanted to be ‘sexy chef’ this morning. Good thing I found your apron or we might have been eating more of me that we thought!” They laughed.
    Being with Tommy was a dream come true for Annie. He was the perfect man for her. Silly, handsome, funny, southern, soft, strong. She was so in love with him. God had answered all her prayers.
    Taking a bite of bacon, he looked up at her. “Annie, we need to talk.”
    “Talk? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” as she took a bite of scrambled eggs covered in ketchup.
    “I’m fine, honey, it’s you I’m worried about.”
    “Me? Why are you worried about me?”
    “Last night…well, last night when you were sleeping…and I know you were a little drunk, you were crying. You cried out Marti’s name a few times and it worries me. What kind of hold does this girl have on you? ”
    “Oh, Honey…I’m sorry.” She stood up and walked over to him. Untying the apron, she straddled his lap, cupping her hands on his cheeks. “Baby, I love you, in fact, just right now, I was praying and thanking God for you. I’m sorry if I called her name. Honestly, I haven’t even thought about her that much. I love you. I want us to get married as soon as we can so we are bound together in Holy Matrimony for the rest of our lives.”
    She lowered her mouth to his, her fingers playing with his hair. Their lips met, gently kissing, their tongues magically dancing along with each other, and without missing a beat, he lifted her up and eased his hard cock inside her. She moaned.
    “I…love….you….” he spoke with each gentle thrust. Kissing her neck ever so softly, his hands tangled in her hair, he whispered in her ear. “Annie”. Thrust. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Thrust. “You.” Kiss.
    He reached up to stroke her face. His eyes full of passion and adoration. She felt his hardness deep inside her, his heart beating wildly, his breathing getting heavier. But this wasn’t just sex. This was love. Pure, unadulterated love. In the middle of the day, at the big oak table in the kitchen, the exact same place they fell in love.
    She bounced on his cock. “Ahh!” Bounce. “I” Kiss. “Fucking.” Bounce. “Love.” Grind. “You.” She gently ground her pussy on him, his whole length deep inside her. Her nipples rubbed against him, pebbling as they slid across his chest. “Tommy,” She panted. “I can’t stand this slo-mo. Fuck me. Honey, make me cum, make me fucking cum all over you.”
    With a moan, h e grabbed her hips, plunging his manhood deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around the chair, rocking her hips, taking him all in. “Yes, honey, yes, like that! Fuck! Tommy, you are gonna make me cum, like-” she bucked