As usual, I stood by the table, grabbed a knife, and started making some sandwiches. At first, everything was going fine, but then something completely unexpected stopped me in my tracks.

Suddenly, two arms wrapped around me from behind—and started caressing me. Seriously, I didn’t even hear him come into the kitchen.

“Andrey! What the hell are you doing?!” — is what I should have yelled, breaking out of his embrace. But instead, what slipped from my lips was a soft, gentle whisper:

“Oh… Andrey… What are you… What are you doing?...”

I honestly have no idea what came over me. I didn’t even try to pull away... Not even when his hands reached my breasts.

Andrey whispered into my ear:

“Sorry, Olya… I just can’t hold back when I see you like this… so sexy… Don’t you remember how good it used to be between us?”

Having pressed his lips to my neck, he lifted my dress and grabbed my ass with his right hand. And with his left hand he lifted the dress from the front and climbed into my panties.

And then I started to flow. Previously, women always started to flow from my touch, but now I myself was flowing, like the complete slut.

The most interesting thing is that I did not resist at all, but only sighed intermittently,
sticking out my ass, throwing back my head, and resting my hands on the table. What did this bitch Tanya do to me?!?!

All these touches... they were so pleasant that I could not resist at all. Having caressed me enough, Andrey decided to move on to
more serious actions. He turned me to face him and pressed his lips to me...