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When Tanner got home, he appreciated the brevity of my outfit and spent a few minutes nuzzling me from behind while I cooked, his hands pulling up the bottom of his shirt and caressing my sex.

"Be careful, Tanner. We wouldn't want your vodka chicken to burn," I murmured. "Why don't you make us both drinks or crack open a bottle of wine. We can play after supper if you wish."

"I can hardly wait