Richard enjoyed the way she responded to his body, rubbing her ass back against his cock.<br/><br/>He closed his arms around her then. "Oh, I don't break promises." He murmurs, hands sliding to her front to grasp her breasts through her shirt, confirming that she wasn't wearing a bra. His hands were large and firm, massaging and squeezing her breasts firmly. Slowly, he swayed side to side, slowly turning her around, away from the counter. He shuffled her forward to the breakfast table instead.<br/><br/>"And I did just promise to give you some cream, didn't I?" He continues, stopping them just short of the table. His hands released her breasts then, one going to her waist, one between her shoulder blades, pressing her over, making her bend at the hip to bend over the breakfast table.<br/><br/>His hand on her hip went to the boxers she as wearing and he yanked them down. A moment later, his bare, hard cock was rubbing its length against her ass. He may have been wearing a bathrobe, but he didn't have anything on underneath it.<br/><br/>"Unless you want me to stop?"