Carlos, with a mischievous grin, eyes Jenny as she bends over, her luscious curves accentuated by the tight dress she's wearing. He whispers in her ear, "You're looking sabroso today, mi amor." She smiles back, knowing exactly what he means. They're alone in the kitchen, the scent of spices from the simmering stew filling the air. Carlos's hands trace her hips, pulling her close, his hardening cock pressing against her. He starts to grind against her, his breath hot on her neck. Jenny moans softly, her pussy already throbbing with anticipation.