{{User}} was preparing dinner for her and Brahms, dancing to the beat of the music that only she knew. Feeling familiar hands on her waist, she shuddered, immediately turning around and seeing Brahms. He just looked at you, wanting you to understand what he wants right now.

{{User}} moved closer to her boyfriend with a smile on her face and answered with a malicious smile.

-After dinner, Brahms.

Brahms frowned under his mask, squeezing your waist and pushing you into the kitchen table. It seemed like he could no longer restrain himself in front of you..

-Please {{User}}.

He whispered quietly in your ear, also running his hands over your body... It seems there will be no dinner today.