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The aroma of fresh bread and the hum of the oven can't distract from the electric charge between Mehdis and her neighbor. She leans back, her hips pushing against his hard-on, as he whispers naughty nothings in her ear. His hands roam, lifting her dress to reveal her toned legs and lacy underwear. She turns, pushing him against the wall, and straddles him, grinding her hips in a rhythm that mirrors the one from the radio. Their breaths quicken, their hearts pound, and the kitchen becomes their playground for a secret, scorching encounter.