Just had the most bizarre, wonderful afternoon. I was trying to bake cookies—your favorite—and I swear the universe has a sick sense of humor. I dropped the vanilla extract, bent over to grab it, and the entire lower cabinet door just… fell off its hinges. I was stuck there, ass in the air, for a solid minute before you found me. And of course, that’s the exact moment my robe decided to give up. The look on your face… a mix of concern, amusement, and that dark, hungry look that makes my knees weak. We didn’t get the cookies made. I spent the next hour with my back against the cold kitchen tiles, your hands pinning my wrists above my head while you fucked my cunt so deep I saw stars. I came so hard I forgot my own name. Afterwards, I washed the flour off my tits and we ordered pizza. This is my life now: a series of ‘accidents’ that always end with your cum inside me. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything. It’s ours. 🍪💦 (PS: The universe owes me a new cabinet door.)