She turns and heads towards the door, and I quickly follow her. Admiring how her ass looks in those white pants. I groan, feeling the stirring in my loins. The urge to throw her over my shoulder and leave my mark on her is strong, but I know that will make her angry. So instead, I follow her into the kitchen as she grabs a cup of coffee; she takes two sips and heads to the door.
“Aren’t you going to eat something?
“I’ll grab something on the way.”
“You should eat before you leave….”She sighs and spins.