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Eggs. Milk. Flour. Semen?
I’d already poured sugar in a bowl and was about to beat the eggs, but couldn’t continue.
He gave me a tender caress and spanked my butt before squeezing my breasts and kissed me on the scruff of the neck. Within seconds, he had my clothes off and started penetrating me from behind. I was so turned on.
It was a frenetic sex session, not part of our usual routine. We did it on every available surface in the kitchen. But as our passionate tryst came to an end, my husband did the unthinkable.
He ejaculated right into my mixing bowl.
I sighed, then he kissed me, saying, “Sorry.” Although I was a bit annoyed that he chose to do that in my cake batter, I was more surprised than anything.