Seventy-four

A light moan slip through Sharon's lips as John trail soft kisses round her neck. He carried her and place on the kitchen counter, then slowly push his hands between her thigh playing with her clit hole.

Sharon wrap her hands around his neck, her legs on his waist bringing him closer to her, and claim his lips.

John kept working magic between her thigh, thrusting in and out of her with his two fingers. Sharon sudden pulled back to catch her breath, and John stopped.

She's loosing it already with his hands inside her hole, and don't want to continue when the kitchen looks like a mess.

"Is everything okay? Why did you pull back?" John vigorously asked with his heavy breath.

"I need to clean up the kitchen, we can't do this now." Sharon bit his lips.

John had forgotten they were in the kitchen, and the kitchen is a messed. He had a little play with Sharon, flours and eggs were all over the place, and they even had their breakfast in the kitchen.

"Wifey, can't it wait? When I'm done with