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Anna Kendrick rolled out the dough on the counter top in her kitchen, enjoying herself as she took time to do some baking. It was a personal hobby of hers and she loved doing it, though so often she didn't have time for it properly, or nobody to do it for. But now however she had a new boyfriend, and things had changed a little.
She had got herself a new boyfriend after a little while single. He was a little different to the normal guys she seemed to date in that he wasn't involved with the movie business and wasn't yet another Hollywood type that worked in or around productions of television or film. He was more a normal guy, who worked in a good job in aerospace and was a little more conventional. His attitude was straightforward, he told her exactly what he thought or felt and if she asked a question she could be sure of an honest answer in return.
It was different to a lot of the guys she'd dated and it made for a refreshing change actually, since he was clear with what he liked and wanted in life, and crucially what he wanted from her in their relationship. He was rather more in charge than previous men she'd been with, not in a bad way, just a clear, decisive manner that rather turned her on. She'd shared it with a friend who had been rather shocked and tried to tell her it was some backwards attitude or unbalanced, but she didn't see it that way, just finding it more conventional and choosing to continue on.
In return she chose to be a little more conventionally submissive for him and let him take the lead, stepping back to allow them work together and let him be in control of more things, including their sex life. She settled into the role of the perfect girlfriend, with him in charge of their relationship and her going along for the ride, offering the right advice or input when the time came. It was certainly a change for her, but she took the chance.
And frankly, it was going great. She was absolutely loving things with him and it was going great. Their relationship was hot and passionate, seeming to be in perfect harmony and their sex life was excellent as well, fulfilling for both of them. She'd tried new things and found pleasure in that, some things she may not have done before as she was guided by him. Also with him being in charge at home she was able to relax and not worry herself with it, knowing it was taken care of as she focused on her sometimes stressful career. The balance it brought to both their lives just worked.
She'd started wearing more sexy underwear at his behest, swapping tights for stockings, either hold-ups or with suspenders, and more thongs and G-strings. Her bras got sexier and a couple of bodysuits and corsets found their way into her lingerie collection as well as she embraced what he liked, enjoying dressing up sexily for him. She knew it was somehow outdated or something, but their relationship was going so great that she just loved being sexy for him which only encouraged him to pay her back.
Anna had some time off between projects so was spending it doing something she loved, baking in her kitchen. She was making her own dough from scratch and just enjoying a nice afternoon making sweet treats for her new man and some of her family. Her hands were covered in flour, kneading and rolling out the dough on her counter patiently when he walked into the kitchen behind her, slowing down to take in his beautiful, petite girlfriend working away at her baking.
"Hey," she said with a smile, glancing back over her shoulder.
"Hey," he replied, just watching her, taking in her gorgeous, slender form, her long brown hair cascading down over her bare shoulders. She was wearing a simple black halter neck top, her black bra straps visible outside it where it tied behind her neck, leading down to a pair of tight jeans that helped to highlight her figure. He took in the slender taper of her waist and flare of her hips, loving how the denim snugly wrapped her ass before leading down her short, beautifully toned legs. She just had an old pair of Converse on that she kicked around the house in, feet bare inside the old canvas.
"Ooh hello," she murmured as he slid up behind her and pushed his arms around her waist, absolutely towering over her. He was over 6' tall, which was huge compared to her diminutive 5'2" and as a result he seemed absolutely huge compared to her...but she loved it. He hooked his hand into her hair and swept it over her shoulder out the way before he dipped down and nuzzled up her soft cheek. She tried to focus but he kissed gently down over her jaw and onto her neck, making her shiver and lean away to give him maximum access to her as she murmured in pleasure. Her eyes closed and hands paused, completely consumed by the illicit touches.
She squeezed her thighs in arousal as she felt the familiar tingle, her pussy wettening a little as his hands took hold of her waist, his grasp easily able to contain and restrain her, feeling so dominating and safe. Anna trembled a little as she let him do his thing, unable to touch him, hands still covered in flour from her baking as he held her and his kisses turned to little bites of her neck and shoulder. It made her give a ragged little gasp, immediately embarrassed as he turned her on so easily, his hands slipping down to pull at the bottom of her black top and draw it teasingly up her tummy.
His fingers let it slip and drop back as they carried on up to her beautifully firm C-cups, her breath catching a moment as his hands slid over them, supporting and squeezing them perfectly as he groped her, taking in every soft, womanly curve of her petite body through her bra. Hands roamed over her chest and took in her impressive shape, firmly groping her, not hard but plenty to make her relax into his grip and let him take charge. His hand pushed down from her chest, over her tummy and straight to the waistband of her jeans, fingers easily burrowing beneath.