I walked into the kitchen to find my girlfriend cooking noodles.
I cleared my throat loudly. She turned, looked at me, and said, “Ben, quick, get on the kitchen table. We have to have sÄ“x.”
Excited, I pulled off my shirt and got on the kitchen table. She sat on my thighs and we fūckēd.
Immediately after we were finished, she went back to check her cooking, saying nothing.
Now, we hardly did it in the morning and never in the kitchen. Her urgency for the sÄ“x was weird, so although I was hesitant, I asked, “Why were you in a haste for me to fÅ«ck you here?”
She looked over at me and said, “Oh! I was making Indomie noodles.”
“And what concerns that with what we did?” I asked, confused.
“Since my phone is off, I was using you to time it because the manufacturers said it’d take two minutes to cook,” she replied.
