She stood in the kitchen with her hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing white shorts. The morning sunlight streamed across the wood floor, pouring over her feet and up her legs. She held a slim glass dildo in one hand and sucked on it as though it were his cock. Her glossy lips slid up and down the dildo and closed around it where it entered her mouth. He watched from the doorway while his hard-on pressed against his jeans. This had become a regular ritual for them in the weeks since they'd moved in together. She was so hot and wild that he couldn't help but wonder what she could accomplish if she put all of this energy toward their relationship—but whatever she did, he was happy to stand by contentedly.