<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Cookies</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Part One</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13082049#msg13082049)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Part Two</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13083198#msg13083198)</div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/c1/a1/dcc1a1899a101aab5cdc6225f3a93fd4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>The Carlton home kitchen, before the HOA meeting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corbin McCree<br/><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>High (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwXQa00owvk)<br/><br/><br/>Delilah stopped at the counter when Corbin spoke, arched her body to look over her shoulder to her butt, and then at him. "Oh I do? Maybe I better take you up on that, darling," she said playfully and walked back over to where he sat. His boot clad feet were on the floor, stretched out and easy for her to part by walking in between them until she was practically up against him. He would be able to lean forward and come into full contact with her midsection, but that would mean breaking her rules. "Remember, sugar. No touching," she reminded him and cupped her breasts under the apron, out of his view but still so delightfully close to his face and the pleasure she very well knew he was capable of granting her if she let him.<br/><br/>But before either of them could fall into temptation and break the rules she set, Delilah turned around. Now her bare back was in front of him, every curve and plane of her silhouette there for him to look at and not a drop of insecurity in her demeanour. "Down here?" She purred and brushed her hands down over her ass. "Lower?" She continued and her hands trailed down the back of her thighs and she leaned forward a little to reach. "Or were you just tricking me?" She finally asked and looked at him over her shoulder, still bent over just a little. She moved both hands between her thighs from the front, her fingers spreading on both her inner thighs for him to see, and dug lightly into the silky skin. When she raised herself up, she took it a hint further and sat down on his lap, the open fly of his jeans pressing into her butt cheeks and his bulge pushing wonderfully right between them.<br/><br/>"This should do the trick," she said with a little grin, pushed her hands under his taut forearms to hold on to the armrests, and rolled and rocked herself calmly back and forth with a hint of circular motion. In beat with the music, of course. "Kiss," she demanded and tilted her head to the side to offer her neck and shoulder to the young man, wanting not only the touch of his lips but the feel of his muscled chest against her back. Her nipples were tight and poked at the apron, her arousal pooled between her thighs in constant heat, and every part of her ached to end the game and just let him fuck her up against the counter, but she resisted. Patience could give such good rewards.