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Dragging Kitchen Bedroom Sofa Albert Einstein Closet Eggbeater Olive Oil Eight (8) Rain
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I was intrigued by this week’s TMIT. I thought it would by fun for my boyfriend and I to both write a story.
My Story – Albert Einstein was in the kitchen, cleaning up while listening to the rain on the roof. It was a cold and stormy night, and he couldn’t help himself as he reminisced about the sexy afternoon he had had with his lover.
It started on the sofa, where they watched a funny movie. They held hands, and kissed between scenes. As he cleaned the eggbeater, he thought about how he had bent her over the coffee table to lighly smack her ass.
Practically dragging each other to the bedroom in primal urgency, he tossed his belt onto the closet shelf. His eightinch cock was begging to be released from the confines of his pants.
As he wiped down the counters and put away the olive oil, he thought about the lotion they had used to massage into each other’s backs.
It wasn’t long before he was on top of her, emptying his hot, creamy load into her tight, wet pussy.
Aaron’s Story – The rain beat soundly against the roof. Ryan never liked moving things around, but if Ash asks him to get the sofa out of the closet and into the bedroom, then he’d be dragging that sofa around. “How do you like your eggs!” He heard Ash’s voice from the kitchen. She was on dinner duty tonight, and Ryan couldn’t help pass up one of his favorite jokes.
“You know what I meant! How many do you want, I’m thinking of doing eight for the both of us!”
“Sounds good to me!” Ryan called back. He passed his favorite poster of Albert Einstein, the one with his tongue sticking out, as he went back to hurting his back.
“Where’s the eggbeater! Why do you never have anything where it should be?” Ash asked. He could hear her rummaging through various cupboards.
“It should be next to the olive oil!”
“Why the…Ryan, we need to talk about where you place some of your tools sometimes.”
“What? I know you like where I place my tool!”
“Dammit Ryan!” He smirked. He could hear her blush from here.