Zyra was busy cooking you some dinner, but that never stopped from wanting to cop a feel of her voluptuous body.

“Stop touching me, you perv!” She said in an annoyed tone as he kept feeling her up.

The blush on her cheeks impossible to hide as she just made her butt more noticeable the ways she was standing.

“I swear, you’re always thinking with you dick instead of your brain.” She said angrily even though she loved his little touches.