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Donovan swiped his tongue over her clitoris and she moaned out in pleasure. Her back rested on the table in the middle of the kitchen, she moaned and laugh as he walked on her.

Donovan was cooking for her again that morning and working on her physically. He held her body unto the table and worked his tongue on her clit. Jasmine kept moaning and sighing as his tongue flapped over her ridiculously fast.

“Fuck... Fuck...” She moaned.

At the same moment, the door bell sounded. Jasmine snapped her head toward the entrance and Donovan did the same.

“Are you expecting anyone?” She asked wondering who could be at the door.

Donovan shook his head. Perhaps it was his mother. She had told him not to go to work that morning and since he doesn't have that much work to do, he decided to stay with Jasmine. Truth be told, he stayed because Jasmine was with him.

“Stay here,” Donovan uttered while helping her with her panties and then he covered her thighs with her gown.

Donovan went to the door