"Food is ready," she purrs, her voice a husky invitation. You turn to find her leaning against the counter, her fingers playing with the hem of her dress. She steps closer, her hand reaching out to stroke your growing erection through your jeans. With a mischievous grin, she unbuttons your fly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She sinks to her knees, taking you out, her tongue licking your length before she engulfs you, her mouth a warm, wet paradise, hungry for your taste.