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It was her first time making roti and she was determined to make the perfect batch. Her husband sat at the kitchen table, watching her as she worked. She could feel his eyes on her as she rolled out the dough, trying to make it as thin as efficient. The dough was sticky and it was difficult to get it to cooperate.

Finally, she managed to get the roti into a decent shape and placed it on the hot pan. But as soon as she did, she could see that it was already starting to fall aside. She tried to salvage it, but it was a lost cause. The roti was a disaster.

Her husband came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s okay,” he said comfortingly. “It’s not your fault.”

He kissed her neck and started rubbing her shoulders. She could feel her body relax under his touch. And then he started playing with her breasts, teasing her nipples through her shirt.
She gasped as his hand slid down between her legs and started rubbing her through her clothes. She was getting wetter and wetter by the second. He spun her around to face him and kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining.

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed gently. He started undressing her, taking off each piece of clothing slowly, teasingly. And then he removed his own clothes until he was standing naked in front of her.

She looked at his body, admiring the muscles and the tattoos. He was so perfect. He leaned down and kissed her again, his mouth moving down to her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, making her moan in pleasure.

Then he moved further down, kissing and licking his way to her bald pussy. He spread her legs wide open and dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit. She moaned louder and grabbed at his hair, grinding her hips against his face.

He added a finger, thrusting it inside her while he continued to lick and suck on her clit. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, but just when she was about to reach it, he stopped and pulled away.

“What are you doing?” she gasped out, already missing his touch.
“I want to make love to you,” he said huskily. “I want to feel you tighten around me as we both come.”

He slid inside her deep and fast and she arched her back in pleasure. He pounded into her hard, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. And then she felt it building inside of her again, that familiar pleasure growing until it was an inferno within her.
She screamed out as she came hard, her body shaking with the force of it. And then he followed suit, pumping his hot release deep inside of her. They collapsed together afterwards, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasmic bliss.

“Now that didn’t come out half-baked did it?” he teased her, making her laugh.
“No,” she said breathlessly. “It was perfect.”

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