Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 87

“Did you add salt in the pasta.” I asked Blake as I grated the cheese

He turn around, cyes wide.

“Was I supposed to?” He winces,

Thalted iny actions and pointed the half grated cheese at him.” This is why I never let you in the kitchen.” Thuffed and went back to grating the cheese.

“So should I still add it?” He asked uncertainly.

I lift my gaze from the grated cheese to him. I raise a brow. “Yes Blake you need to add salt.” I giggled at his perplexed face.

He snorted and turned around to focus on his task which was to mix the tomato sauce in the pasta. “I knew that.”

“Sure you did.” I said dryly and rolled my eyes.

A soft smile stretched on my lips. He wasn‘t the same Blake yet he still acted the same. It didn‘t make sense but I would rather have it this way than not having it at all.

I moved the grater off the freshly grated cheese and placed it on the counter. I strutted over to Blake who was busy stirring the pasta in the pan. I clutched the glass plate that was piled with the shredded cheese.

I bite my lip. The white shirt he wore showed off his toned back. It always reminded me of the day he fucked me inside the dressing room at one of the lingerie stores.

was a lengthy mirror that showed his back while he thrusted into me like his life had depended on it. It was sexy and every time I thought

eyes widen and I felt the familiar feeling of heat in my cheeks. He smirks as though he knew what I was

the cheese to be added.” He says. I tear my eyes away from him and clear

start stirring. I hum. It smells delicious. “I love how wet and creamy it looks. I‘m certain it taste fucking great. ”

and turns to face me. I do the same, my heart pounding as he stares at me. It‘s hard to read his emotions.

spoon and collects some of the creamy sauce. His eyes twinkle as he peers down at

if you‘re the one who tastes it first. You‘re the

my throat when he pushes the finger coated with the sauce towards

playing with my mot101157 Well I will

just the way it immedlin on Ipartel my lips, 11t my hands to clutch his hand and drew his finger into my mouth I lewe my eyes on his now darkened gaze ani swirl my tongue around his finger i immagine doing this to his cock, the way I always did. He

leased him enough i pull away and drop my hands. I smiled at him. “You were right, it taste really good. But I think we need to add some culi powder to spicen

me, llis lips were parted and I could clearly serwis pulse racing on his neck.

has us both moving out of the tradice. My yes widen as I quickly turned around, Smoke was comini:

rushing over. I quickly turned it off then swiftly opened it I coupledas! fanned

be having burnt cake?” Blake chuckles owlewardly. I art to face him and glared. If he hadn‘t

really good Ashley!” Reagan complimented

lift my eyes from the plate and I raised a brow. She sat across from me, her blue

counts. But it does taste good if you can get your mind oll the

into a small pout. “Now you‘re just being mean,” My eyes drop down to stare at my burnt cake. I poked it with the

take

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