In the intimate kitchen, flour-covered baker Amber leaned against a marble counter, her lacy bra pushed up by the weight of her plump breasts. She watched through the window as her new neighbor, John, worked diligently on his car. Perspiration trickled down his muscular back, emphasizing the delicious curve of his ass. The tantalizing sight made Amber's heart race and her pussy tingle.
As she turned to grab another bowl, their eyes locked through the window. John's cheeks reddened under his grimy face mask, but he quickly wiped it off and flirtatiously waved. Amber blushed and giggled, feeling a rush of excitement.
Later that day, Amber stood at the front door, hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing an apron that said " "Home is where the heart is and the kitchen is my heart."
