Two Pussies In One House II

AN hour later, Rachel had left for school, her backpack slung over her shoulder, a satisfied flush still lingering on her cheeks. Romi stood by the kitchen island, flipping pancakes, the scent of blueberries and maple syrup filling the air. She wore a silk robe, tied loosely at her waist, her bare legs peeking out from beneath.

Kamil walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. “Morning, beautiful.” He kissed her ...