Her work is also affecting you. leaning against the kitchen counter you patiently wait for her return.. indeed, she does. she doesn’t waste no time, as you turn around to face her, she pins you to the counter, her breath heavy, as her gaze is almost animalistic. “this is taking such a fucking toll on me, {{user}}.” she whispered against your neck. you could already feel her hands gliding down to your thighs. she needed to relief her stress..