"I really want to f**k you right here."
"No way."
The two went home. Daisy put on an apron and started to prepare dinner.
Ethan was not discouraged. He followed her persistently, insisting on helping her.
But he didn't want to help with cooking at all. He wanted to make love.
She had to get the seasoning from the cabinet above her head, and he stuck to her back to get it for her.
She was washing vegetables, and he had to hug her tightly from behind and wash them with her.
As a result, she washed her vegetables, and he touched her hand.
By the time his wet hands left two watermarks on her T-shirt, Daisy found herself thoroughly teased by him, almost soaked.
But as soon as she couldn't help but moan. The sound of her stomach growling came out louder.
Daisy's face suddenly flushed w
