"We're a good match, then. Aren't we?" She chuckled and shivered a little at his nibbling. "Talking about food..." She pulled away and walked into the kitchen with swagger, whipping her hips in every step and rolling her shoulders to match. She jumped up onto the counter, positioned one foot up there next to her and began taking the boot off.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna get out of these..." she told him and dropped the boot to the floor, swung the other foot up and zipped it down. "So that I can get out of this..." She dropped the other boot and swung her feet down, then found the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down from under the skirt, giving him a nice view of her sheer lace thong as she raised her feet to pull the material off her ankles.<br/><br/>"And this..." She finally said and pulled the turtleneck over her head, leaving a satin-laced corset that revealed more than it hid.<br/><br/>She winked and gestured him to come, still sitting on the counter and with a smirk on her face. "Need sugar?"