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"Don't be silly, I want to help you. You've already done so much," I protested.
"Just sit right there, I am going to bring you your desert," he beamed.
"Dessert? Marcos, you didn't have to," I called to him as he headed towards the kitchen. He said nothing in response, allowing me to admire the firmness of his rear as he walked away. I couldn't wait any longer.
I followed him into the kitchen, creeping behind him as he ran water over the dishes and wrapped my arms around his torso, "I think I'll have my dessert now," I whispered in his ear as he stopped the running water. I reached down and placed my hand on his zipper fly. I could feel his sex expand upon my touch.
He turned around, "You don't want to taste my mousse first?" he joked as his strong hand gripped my rear and squeezed me close to him. We kissed passionately, our tongues lashing out at against one another. I devoured his sensual lips with a hunger that was only fed with each additional kiss. He seized me with his powerful hands and lifted me up onto the kitchen island. His lips found the tender parts of my neck as I closed my eyes and let his hands roam my body.
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