Dinner party day.
Desert baking in the oven when you turn up.
Ten minutes while it cooks.
Nine minutes. exchanged cheeky smiles.
Eight minutes, step into the bedroom.
Seven minutes, on the edge of the bed.
Six minutes, blink and you're naked.
Five minutes, deep in my throat.
Four minutes, my clothes fall off.
Three minutes, thrusting from behind.
Two minutes, breathless and sweaty.
Last minute, stealing a lingering look at you.
Perfect food.
Perfect quickie.
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