I indulge in self-pleasure in the kitchen

After a steamy night of passion, I found myself craving more of the intense pleasure I had just experienced. Unable to resist, I returned to the kitchen, my favorite spot for personal satisfaction. The intoxicating scent of the cocina mixed with the excitement of being caught fueled my arousal. I stripped down to my underwear, my heart racing as I imagined someone watching me. The sight of my casada's apron hanging by the sink only added to my lust. I touched myself through my panties, my breath hitching as I fantasized about the forbidden. The thought of being caught indulging in self-pleasure in my own kitchen sent shivers down my spine. I reached climax, my body convulsing with pleasure, my moans echoing in the empty house. Only then did I realize the true extent of my infidelity.