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Tyler pulled back from kissing and sucking on my neck, and I didn’t want him to stop, but if we were ever going to have dinner, I guess we had to. I tugged him closer to me again, since he pulled away, and I gently kissed his lips again. “We should probably finish making dinner.” He chuckled, and I grumbled. He took my hand and helped me off the counter, and then he put his hands on my hips and turned me around to face the counter, with him right behind me. He showed me know to knead the dough and stretch it, and he wanted to teach me how to toss it in the air, but I refused. We were both laughing, while getting covered in flour.

I stepped from in front of him and watched him toss the dough gently through the air to stretch it enough to fit the pizza pan he brought over. He was a miracle worker with those hands, and I couldn’t wait to have them exploring my body. I blushed at the thought. I have never been like this before. What is he doing to me? He c