Dip it!

I asked Eve to help bake a cake. She licked the bowl, cream thick on her tongue, then started taking her time. We both knew the mixing bowls would stay dirty. My cock grew hard against my jeans. She noticed and bent over the counter, hips tilted toward me, ass cheeks split wide when she pulled the cotton down. I knelt and ate her from behind, tongue working her wet cunt while she dripped sticky streaks onto the floor. The timer on the oven went off, but neither of us reached to turn it off. She climbed onto the countertop and lay back naked. I worked the handle of the silicone whisk between her folds until it slid deep and came out covered in her. She wanted to fuck right there. So I unzipped, thrust inside her in one hard push, and fucked her on top of the marble next to the flour and the eggs. She moaned and clawed my arms, leaving white handprints across my biceps. We came hard and slow, tasting butter and sugar in the kiss we never broke.