Bits always has a way of making me see things in a different light. I never really thought of those things as spoiling him, but I suppose they were. That train of thought completely derails as he slides back so that my dick is pressed snugly against his ass, and my lips part as he leans in.

"Definitely a new kitchen," I whisper against his mouth, sliding my hands down into his underwear to grab his ass. "The best oven that money can by. Stainless steel," I groan out, tongue brushing his lower lip. "Dual temperature. Self-cleaning."