What’s for dinner? I ask as I walk into the kitchen. Me. She responds jokingly. Soon the pot is boiling over and whatever was
in the oven is burning, but no one cares.
She is on her back, legs spread wide as I glide in and out of her
determined get her off. Her head rolls
as she writes beneath me, panting and moaning, while wondering if the table
will hold out for just a few more thrusts.
We never really considered the fact that IKEA may not have meant this
table to hold more than silverware and dishes.
Photo Title: Stay Together
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Phorus69
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