The Older Dom - The Kitchen Table

I perch on the warm hard edge. He kicks back the chair and stands between my legs. We kiss. He pushes my shoulders back with force and I rest on my elbows. He slides the slip of modest cotton down over my thighs and drops it to the floor. He pushes up my dress and he says to me sternly... "Lay down". I lay back on the wood and look at the ceiling. He sits on the leather of the moved chair and spreads my thighs. He smirks as I gasp and he eats me on his kitchen table.