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Your Toronto Home’s Bathroom Countertops: Avoid These Cleaning Mistakes Proper care must be taken to maintain a countertop’s longevity. However, incorrect cleaning can increase the chance of damaging the surface. Read this blog to learn what mistakes to avoid when cleaning your bathroom countertops in Toronto, like using the wrong cleaning products. 

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How Marble Countertop Restoration Improves Toronto’s Commercial Kitchens?

Marble countertops have long been a symbol of luxury and sophistication in kitchens. However, maintaining the pristine condition of marble surfaces, particularly in high-traffic areas like commercial kitchens, can be a significant challenge. In Toronto, where the restaurant industry thrives, marble countertop restoration toronto has become an essential service for maintaining both the aesthetic and functional quality of kitchen environments.

The Importance of Marble in Commercial Kitchens

Marble is highly valued in commercial kitchens for its durability, heat resistance, and timeless elegance. It’s a preferred choice for kitchen countertops because it can handle the rigors of a busy cooking environment while adding a touch of sophistication. Marble also offers a smooth surface that is ideal for various culinary tasks, from rolling dough to preparing ingredients. However, despite its advantages, marble is not impervious to damage. Over time, the daily wear and tear in a commercial kitchen can lead to scratches, stains, and general degradation of the surface. This is where restoration comes into play.

Benefits of Marble Countertop Restoration

Enhances Aesthetic Appeal: Restoration revitalizes the appearance of marble countertops. In commercial kitchens, where first impressions can significantly impact customer perception, having well-maintained countertops can elevate the overall ambiance. Restored marble surfaces gleam with their original luster, contributing to a cleaner and more professional look.

Extends Longevity: Regular restoration services can significantly extend the lifespan of marble countertops. By addressing issues such as cracks, stains, and etching early on, restoration prevents further damage that could lead to more costly repairs or replacements. This proactive approach helps businesses save money in the long run.

Improves Functionality: Marble countertops are not just about aesthetics; they also play a crucial role in kitchen functionality. A smooth, well-maintained surface ensures that food preparation tasks are done efficiently and hygienically. Restoration can fix uneven surfaces and remove any damage that could hinder kitchen operations.

Increases Property Value: For commercial properties, including restaurants and hotels, maintaining high-quality fixtures like marble countertops can enhance the property’s value. Prospective buyers or tenants often see well-maintained marble surfaces as a sign of a well-cared-for property, potentially making it a more attractive investment.

The Restoration Process

Cleaning and Assessment: The restoration process begins with a thorough cleaning of the marble surface to remove dirt, grease, and residues. This step also involves a detailed assessment to identify specific issues such as stains, scratches, and etching. Understanding the extent of damage helps in determining the appropriate restoration methods.

Repairing Damage: Cracks and chips in marble countertops are addressed using specialized fillers and techniques. Professional restorers apply these materials to fill in imperfections, ensuring that the surface remains smooth and even. This step is crucial for both the aesthetic appeal and functionality of the countertop.

Grinding and Honing: To remove scratches and achieve a polished finish, marble surfaces often undergo grinding and honing. Grinding involves using abrasive materials to level the surface and remove deep scratches. Honing follows, which smooths the surface and prepares it for polishing.

Polishing and Sealing: The final steps of the restoration process involve polishing the marble to enhance its natural shine. A high-quality polish can bring out the marble’s inherent beauty. After polishing, a sealant is applied to protect the surface from future stains and damage. Sealants create a barrier that repels moisture and acidic substances, which are common in commercial kitchens.

Regular Maintenance: Post-restoration, regular maintenance is crucial to keeping marble countertops in top condition. This includes routine cleaning with pH-balanced cleaners, prompt attention to spills, and periodic reapplication of sealants.

The Broader Impact on Toronto’s Culinary Scene

Enhancing Customer Experience: In Toronto’s vibrant culinary scene, the visual appeal of a restaurant can significantly impact customer experience. Restaurateurs understand that an aesthetically pleasing environment contributes to a memorable dining experience. Marble countertops, when restored to their former glory, enhance the overall ambiance of dining establishments.

Boosting Restaurant Reputation: A well-maintained kitchen not only serves as a testament to a restaurant’s professionalism but also boosts its reputation. Customers and critics alike notice the attention to detail in a restaurant’s kitchen, and restored marble countertops are a reflection of a business’s commitment to quality.

Supporting Sustainable Practices: Restoring existing marble countertops instead of replacing them aligns with sustainable practices. By extending the life of marble surfaces, businesses reduce waste and minimize their environmental footprint. This approach resonates with eco-conscious consumers and can be a selling point for restaurants aiming to promote their sustainability efforts.

Enhancing Operational Efficiency: For chefs and kitchen staff, a well-maintained marble countertop can improve operational efficiency. A smooth, even surface facilitates better food preparation and helps maintain a hygienic workspace, ultimately contributing to a more effective kitchen environment.

Conclusion

Marble countertop restoration plays a crucial role in enhancing Toronto’s commercial kitchens, offering a range of benefits from improved aesthetics to extended longevity and operational efficiency. For Toronto’s bustling culinary scene, where first impressions and quality are paramount, investing in professional marble restoration services is a wise decision. By maintaining the elegance and functionality of marble countertops, commercial kitchens not only uphold their standards but also contribute to a more refined and professional dining experience for their patrons.

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Discover design ideas and inspiration for integrating stone countertops into contemporary kitchen and bathroom designs in Toronto homes. Learn from examples of Toronto interior designers and homeowners to create a stylish and functional space.

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Exploring Custom Countertop Heights for Your Kitchen 

One aspect that is often overlooked in kitchen renovations is the countertop height.  We want to go over why you should invest in the proper countertop height for your needs. 

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GraniteNations is a well-known countertops installation company providing top-quality services to GTA homeowners. We are the best existing countertop store in GTA and cover Ajax, Courtice, Pickering, Scarborough, and Whitby. For 10+ years in business, we have been importing high-quality Granite and Quartz for your kitchen and bathroom countertops. So whether you’re looking for heat-resistant Granite countertops or durable Quartz countertops are your primary choice, we work out your vision into reality. Even though white or black countertops for the kitchen and bathroom are popular choices, we also provide customization based on your preference. So, we have a wide range of color choices for your dream bathroom and kitchen countertops.

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American Boy (pt. 3)

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‘I think you should see more of Toronto, I mean, you’ve travelled two thousand miles and are spending most of your time here in my apartment,’ Mandy says as she places a smoothie in front of me. It was somewhat early in the morning, yet the four of us were already gathered in Mandy and Martin’s kitchen.

‘Three thousand five hundred miles,’ Hamzah says, looking at Mandy.

‘What?’

‘The distance from Toronto to London.’

‘Boy, how do you know that,’ Martin asks bemusedly.

Hamzah looks flustered for a second before responding, ‘Common knowledge, dude,’

‘It’s really not,’ Mandy says, ‘but alright. My point is, I can give you a tour! Show you all the best places, y’know?’

‘That sounds so fun, I could definitely use a tour guide,’ I nod, taking a sip of my drink.

‘Girl, you’ve lived here for like a year. If anyone should give her a tour, it’s me,’ Hamzah scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest. I feel a blush rising into my cheeks. Does he mean that, or is he just making a joke?

‘Why don’t we all go? We could even vlog it,’ Martin adds.

‘That's not a bad idea, and it gives us something to do today. Let’s do it.’ Mandy nods, and links arms with Martin, who beams at her.

Hamzah makes eye contact with me for a moment, but I can’t read his expression. He uncrosses his arms and leans back against the counter, resting his hands on the lip of the countertop. His white t-shirt stretches across his broad chest.

‘M’kay, let me wake up a bit first,’ Hamzah mutters.

The drive to the apartment this morning had an air of awkwardness from the events of the night before remaining unaddressed. Mandy and Martin had no idea about the almost-kiss, and clearly neither me nor Hamzah intended to tell them about it. As always, Hamzah had greeted me at my door, but he avoided my gaze. Occasionally during the drive, I would see him look at me out of the corner of my eye, his mouth half-open as if he were about to say something, but he would always stop himself. We had only briefly spoken about the sims video we had recorded the day before, which he had finished editing and was scheduled to post later tonight.

‘Our first stop has to be the aquarium,’ Mandy says excitedly.

*

‘Look at that fish!’ Hamzah says, smiling up at a large clownfish as it swam toward the glass of its habitat. His profile was illuminated by the blue glow of dim light, framing his face in an angelic turquoise halo. The faint gleam emphasised the subtle arch of his nose and the tantalising fullness of his lips, making my stomach flip as I watched him. The warm smile that pulled at the corners at his mouth was infectious, and I mirrored it as I sidled next to him to watch the fish. He turned to look at me, his smile transforming into an expression of pained intensity. His gaze lingered on the side of my face, but I kept mine fixed on the exhibit. His eyes never left my face as his breathing deepened, and I turned to face him. I met his stare, looking into his deep brown eyes. I scrunched my eyebrows as I melted under his consuming gaze.

He tore his eyes away from mine and scrubbed a hand over his face, looking around nonchalantly.

I spun on my heels, and saw Mandy. She stood a few metres behind us, pointing her phone camera in our direction.

‘I… uh, where’s Martin?’ Hamzah asks, taking a step away from me.

‘He went to go see the turtles,’ Mandy replies, gesturing down the corridor.

Hamzah nods, stalking off in the direction Mandy pointed.

Mandy gawks at me.

‘What the fuck? What happened? That was weirdly tense,’

I shake my head and watch Hamzah’s figure retreating.

‘I… Mandy, we almost kissed last night, I think,’

‘WHAT?’ she shrieks, her hand flying to her mouth.

I shush her, looking around embarrassedly.

‘I mean, I think we did? I don’t know, I think he hates me now,’

‘He doesn’t hate you, y/n, did you see how he was looking at you?’

‘He’s hardly spoken to me all day,’ I sigh, then gesture to her phone. ‘Are you putting that in the vlog?’

‘You’ll have to watch and see,’

I groan and shield my face with my hands.

‘Girl, do you like him?’

‘Are we in year five?’

‘Stop deflecting!’

‘I… that's a difficult question! I’ve only known him for a week. I mean… yes? I don’t know, Mandy,’

She takes my hand and starts leading me in the direction Hamzah left.

‘Let’s get out of here and get something to eat.’

*

We sit at the restaurant table as Mandy pans her camera around our plates.

‘And what did you get, y/n?’

‘Here I have a gorgeous falafel and hummus sandwich and a crisp glass of water,’ I reply, beaming into the camera.

Hamzah chuckles opposite me, and I look up at him.

‘What?’ I ask, seeing his amused smile.

‘Wor-tuh’ he mimics, and I roll my eyes. Mandy giggles at the impression, payback for my imitation of her a few days before, I expect.

‘Shut up,’ I retort, picking up my sandwich and taking a bite.

‘Okay, iPods, this is our mukbang segment,’

‘And you guys can be the POV of the creepy guy watching us eat,’ Martin adds to the camera.

‘Why would you say that?’ Hamzah chuckles.

I smile softly to myself as I feel the awkward atmosphere dispel. Hamzah seems to be consciously ignoring the intense moment at the aquarium, and I am somewhat grateful for it - I don’t want to confront my feelings right now.

‘What are we doing this afternoon?’ He asks.

‘We should probably film something for the channel, if the sims video is going up later.’ Martin replies between bites of his meal. Hamzah nods in agreement.

‘We should go out tonight, though!’ Mandy adds, ‘y/n should experience the Toronto nightlife.’

‘She doesn’t give me huge party-girl energy,’ Hamzah observes, sliding his gaze toward me momentarily.

‘Yeah, I’m really not…’

‘Come on! One night won’t hurt. Just for the experience.’

‘Fine, why not?’ Hamzah looks at me again, an expression of surprise and curiosity on his face before he returns to his meal.

*

I appraise my outfit in the mirror, watching the way my black mini skirt swishes around my thighs and my white top hugs my body. I slip on my knee-high boots and grab my purse, as a notification lights up the screen of my phone.

A text, from Hamzah.

Am I picking you up?

My stomach flips as I read who the message is from, but the words annoy me slightly. Is he really going to pretend nothing happened? Another notification pops up on my screen.

I’ll drive home from the bar, so we can take my car.

I walk toward my front door as I type out a reply.

Sure! See you soon?

I await a reply, before my phone buzzes less than a minute later.

👍🏻

*

There’s a knock at my door, which I rush to answer. The door swings open, and I am greeted by Hamzah’s tall frame. He wore a sage green button up shirt, paired with dark baggy jeans. He wasn’t wearing a hat, as he usually does, his dark curls defined and hanging in front of his eyebrows.

He drops his gaze to my legs before raising it back up to my face and loose hair.

‘Look who got all dressed up,’ He smirked.

‘I could say the same about you,’ I smile back at him, locking my door behind me and starting toward the car.

He opens the door for me before getting into the driver's seat, the routine action settling my nerves about the awkwardness between us.

He starts the short drive to the bar we planned to meet Mandy and Martin in, peering through the windshield into the darkness of the night. Streetlamps rushed past the car as it rumbled down the roads, casting puddles of amber light over us as we drove.

‘So,’ I broke the silence, ‘you don’t drink?’

‘Nah,’ he shook his head, eyes focused on the road ahead, ‘which makes me the perfect candidate for a designated driver.’

I nodded, my eyes fixed on his hand gripping the steering wheel. He had a very particular way of driving, leaning back casually against his seat and only using one hand to steer, which I had been observing over the past few days. It seemed peculiar to me, an extremely nervous driver, to see him so relaxed behind the wheel, but I had come to trust his driving skills.

He had rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. He drummed the fingers of his free hand against his window, the muscles in his arm flexing from the movement. I forced myself to tear my gaze away from him, and spent the rest of the journey looking out of my window.

*

‘Oh. My. God, y/n you look so gorgeous!’ Mandy greets me with a hug as I step out of the car. The muffled music playing from the bar spilled faintly outside onto the street, as did the pungent smell of people and alcohol.

‘So do you!’ I reply, admiring her pale yellow dress and slicked-back hair. She looped her arm through mine and pulled me toward the entrance of the bar, beckoning Hamzah and Martin to follow us.

Stepping over the threshold, the music immediately intensified. The blaring sounds of pop music drowned out most of the chatter surrounding us as we weaved through the dense crowd of people. Mandy led me to a table in the corner of the room, slinging her handbag over the back of one of the chairs.

‘Martin and Hamzah are getting drinks,’ Mandy yells over the noise, and I nod in understanding. Not much later, the boys return, armed with sparkling glasses.

‘Is it usually this busy?’ I attempt to shout over the noise.

Hamzah hears me, and replies, ‘Yup. This neighbourhood has crazy nightlife.’

We take a few sips of our drinks, take a moment to get accustomed to the volume of the room.

‘Let’s dance!’ Mandy yells, pulling me up from my seat and into the throng of people, as ‘Save Your Tears’ starts playing.

In the mass of people, I feel surprisingly free. I felt unobserved, blending into the packed crowd. I began to dance, uninhibited, holding Mandy’s hands as we spun to the beat of the music.

I looked back toward our table, to see Hamzah looking right at me. I froze, holding his unwavering gaze.

I don’t know why I run away.

His face was blank of any discernible emotion. I felt my heartbeat hasten in my chest, and broke the eye contact to look around sheepishly, feeling his scrutiny.

I’ll make you cry when I run away.

I look back at Hamzah, his dark eyes still focused on me.

‘I’m going to get another drink,’ I yell to Mandy, who nods at me as I sidle toward the bar.

I sink into a barstool, hanging my head in my hands. I don’t understand him at all, I thought. He looks at me as if he’s attempting to decode me, to figure me out, but then he goes cold. He won’t let himself get close to me, I realise, and every time we get near that boundary he pulls back. I sigh, before gesturing to the bartender.

‘Please could I get a diet coke?’ The bartender nods and turns away.

‘You seem upset,’ a husky voice addresses me. I turn to see a man sat on the stool beside me, smiling at me faintly.

‘Oh, no, I’m fine, thank you, though,’ I say with a tight-lipped smile. I watch him look me up and down, his eyes lingering on my exposed thighs and shoulders. I feel the sudden urge to cover myself,

and rest my hands on my knees.

‘You’re beautiful, what are you doing here alone on a Friday night?’

‘Y’know, I’m, uh, here with some friends, actually,’ I reply, gesturing in the general direction of the provisional dance floor where I had left Mandy.

The man leaned toward me, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I stiffen at this unwelcome touch, and feel his breath hot on my face.

‘Can I get you this drink?’

Before I can answer, I feel a strong arm wrap around my shoulders from behind.

‘Are you okay, babe? Did you get your drink?’

I snap my head toward the familiarly deep voice and see Hamzah smiling down at me affectionately, his searing touch lingering on my bare arms. He looked to the man beside me, who was staring at us incredulously.

‘Is this guy bothering you?’ Hamzah asks, narrowing his eyes at him as he tightens his grip on the shoulders.

‘Uhh…’ I stammer, my mind frazzled from the encounter. The man’s eyes were flitting between Hamzah’s face and mine, looking intimidated by Hamzah’s possessive confidence. The man raises his hands defensively, but no words escape his parted lips.

Hamzah stoops his neck and presses a light kiss to my exposed collarbone, the brush of his warm lips eliciting a shiver through my body.

‘Let’s go, babe,’ Hamzah says, resting his large hand on the small of my back and guiding me up out of the barstool.

‘Hey, man, I didn’t mean-’ the man starts, but Hamzah ignores him and steers me toward the exit.

Back out on the street, a gust of the cool night air jolts me to attention.

‘Jesus, are you alright?’ Hamzah asks, his arm still wrapped around my waist.

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I say, looking down at my feet and tucking my hair behind my ears.

‘Hey, look at me,’ Hamzah says softly, his hands running up my arms to rest on my shoulders.

I look up to meet his gaze, his expression honest and concerned. His thumbs rubbed circles on the surface of my skin, the sensation comforting and intimate.

‘I’m fine, I promise. He was just… weird,’ I affirm as Hamzah continues to study my expression.

Hamzah sighs, and pulls me in for a hug. His strong arms hold me in a tight embrace, shielding me from the whipping evening air. The heat emanating from his body comforted me, making me feel as if I were wrapped in a warm blanket. He gently rocked me side to side, and I pressed my eyes closed, melting into his touch.

After a minute of standing like this, Hamzah whispered into my hair, ‘let’s get you home.’

*

The car ride home was silent other than the music of Hamzah’s Red CD, the melodic tune of everything has changed playing softly in the warm heated car. Hamzah kept glancing at me concernedly, but each time I returned his look with a reassuring, thankful smile.

Your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

*

Before I went to bed that night, I opened the latest slushy noobz video that had been posted a few hours ago. I watched my painfully awkward entrance, which Hamzah had thankfully edited to make me look slightly more poised. I scrolled to the comment section, reading the top comment. It stuck in my head the remainder of the night, its implications bouncing around my head.

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iPodSlusher: Oh my God, the way Hamzah looks at her.

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I hope you enjoyed this!! I can’t stop writing haha so let me know if you’d like me to continue 💕

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Want to select the perfect quartz kitchen countertops in Toronto? Use this guide to help you navigate the process by focusing on factors like durability, cost, and style.

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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍' 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒

summary: the morning after with your boyfriend

warnings: some semi-nsfw content, sexual themes, mentions of sex

note: this became a lot more sexual than i intended lol but i actually love this one and i love him.

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There wasn’t anything much better than waking up in the same bed as my boyfriend. Our work schedules often conflicted, with me working long and odd hours and him being out of town so often, so we jumped at the rare opportunities we could spend with one another. Following the Leafs' win last night, we wasted no time in getting back to Matthew's apartment, our clothing being discarded not long after the front door had shut.

When I awoke in the morning, I was tangled in Matthew’s cotton sheets. I reached around for him, but only felt the mattress. I opened my eyes, finding him on the other side of the bed. Matthew was lying on his stomach, one arm draped over the edge of the bed. The morning sun beamed through the windows in his condo that he refused to buy curtains for because “we’re so high up no one can see us anyways”. The sun hit his unclothed back, making his skin seem a shade of pure gold.

I leaned over, tracing his toned back softly with my nails. He didn’t even stir. The idea popped into my head quickly, sliding out from under the sheets, grabbing Matthew’s shirt from atop the dresser that I had removed and flung across the room last night. I slipped out of the room, softly shutting the door behind me.

I went to the kitchen, pulling out the frying pan and pancake mix from the cabinet. I scavenged his pantry and fridge for toppings to add to the pancakes. He had chocolate chips but little fruit so I had to improvise by using frozen fruit typically used for smoothies. I mixed together the batter, decorating each individual pancake with some toppings.

“Is that my shirt?”

I jumped at the sound of Matthew's morning voice coming from behind me. I turned around, seeing him leaning against the counter. He now donned a pair of loose-fitting boxers that hung low on his hips, exposing his v-line and happy trail that I remembered tracing the night before.

“First item of clothing I saw.” I shrugged, turning back around and flipping the pancake in the pan. “Somebody tore my shit off when we were in the living room.”

Matthew looked to the couch where, in fact, my white jeans and the Knies Maple Leafs jersey sat discarded. He chuckles, his laugh coming out gravely. I hear his bare feet padding across the floor, getting closer to me until I feel his arms rope around my waist, pressing soft kisses into my jaw. I tilt my head away, giving him better access. He chuckles again, his laugh vibrating against my skin.

Matthew pulls me away from the stove, turning me in his arms to face him. He leaned down, softly connecting our lips. His lips are just as warm as the morning sun that was beating down on the city of Toronto. He snaked his hands down to my legs, picked me up off the ground and walked me to the island, placing me on it. Matthew's shirt had ridden up on me, coming above my hips so my bare legs were sat against the cool granite countertops.

He looks down, seeing that I had on no pants and instead the same white lace underwear that led to the discarded clothing the night before. He groaned, leaning his head back and smiling. I slowly let my legs spread a little wider, intentionally teasing him.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now? Cause' it's working.” He says, his hands gripping my thighs. I giggle, his thumbs now tracing uneven circles into the inside of my thighs.

“How about round two?” He asks in a low voice.

I lean forward, nearing my lips to his before hopping off the counter and pushing past him to the stove. “After, because you’ve just caused my pancake to burn.” I say, taking the spatula and scraping away at the well-overcooked pancake on the pan.

“You are an incredible tease.” He says.

I snort at him. “You better get to work on frying the bacon or else no second round.” I warn.

He laughs and shakes his head in disbelief, a small smirk toying at his lips. He passes behind me, slapping my ass on the way by.

“Yes ma’am.” He says, getting the bacon from the fridge.

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Hi queen! Could you please write a part 2 of I'll watch? Maybe Johnny finally convinces her to let him put it in her ass? Thanks!!

SMUT w/ Johnny Druskinis

Warning: Anal

Part 1

I'll Watch Part. 2

It was summer and I was currently at Johnny's for a couple of weeks. Luca and Adam stayed over for a couple of the nights while I was here but are headed back to Toronto today.

After we waved them off as they left Johnny's driveway, we headed back inside to tidy up the kitchen from the breakfast we just had with the Fantilli's, since Johnny's parents and sibling were away for a couple of days so it was just us here.

It's been a long time since Johnny and I had sex, of course we were still touchy with one another but with the Fantilli brother's over we were always up to something and by the end of each day, or whenever we were alone one or both of us were too tired.

I can feel him watch me rinse the dishes from across the kitchen, and can see if in my peripheral lean against the wall. I know what he wants but unfortunately, I just started my period yesterday. I try to ignore his stare as I load the rinsed dishes into the dish washer but fail when I hear his footsteps make their way closer to me.

He wraps his arms around my waist and both of his hands rest on my ass for a quick second before he gives it a squeeze. I wrap my arms over his shoulders and scrunch my nose as I look at him quickly earning a goofy smile, "Hi" he says

"Hi" I say back to him giggling

"We're alone"

"I can see that" I say to him rolling my eyes playfully at him

"Wanna bang?" he says making me laugh loudly

"bang?" I replied laughing and Johnny steps back still smiling realizing how he just asked to fuck wasn't the smoothest, "are you still 13?"

Johnny laughs with me then rolls his eyes as he leans against the counter top, "baaaabe" he whines as he tilts his head back and rests it against the cupboards. I walk over closing the gap between us by wrapping my arms back around him.

"Whaaaaaat?" I mimic his whine back to him

"I'm horny" he says faking a pout as I look up

"I'm on my period"

"Well, we can still fuck" he says. He has been trying to convince me to let him fuck my ass since the situation with Luca, but was never successful.

"No Johnny" I tell him before turning around to start the dishwasher. As I stand back up straight from bending down slightly to start the cycle I feel Johnny hug be from behind. I feel his hard cock pressed against my ass making me feel weak. I turn around so I am leaning against the counter still with his arms wrapped around me, "Johnny-"

"I just want a kiss" he interupts me quietly as he leans down pressing his lips on to mine. I kiss him back and I allow his tongue to enter as we begin making out. His hands travel down my back as he pushes me in closer to his chest as we continue making out. One hand rests on my back while his other continues to travel brushing over my ass until his fingers where rubbing my asshole through my leggings.

My breathing gets slower as his hands rubbing me felt good. The more he rubbed, the hornier I was getting. My heart began beating faster as we continue to make out and my hands travel to his biceps as I begin to squeeze a little harder than I was when my arms were just wrapped around him.

He smiles into the kiss and pushes away slightly, his hands pull away and he uses them to hold himself against the countertop. He smiles at my sexually frustrated face as I try to control my breathing, "what are you thinking about?" he asks me in a teasing tone

I was in fact thinking about what he thought I was thinking about. I was thinking about him taking me to his bedroom and letting him fuck my ass in doggy. I continue to look at him as I let out a shaky breath and bite my lip.

"Did you like the way my fingers felt when they were rubbing your ass like that?" he asks me but doesn't wait for my answer and smashes his lips hard against mine to sloppily kiss me for a second before pulling away again, "I bet you're wondering how my dick feels inside your ass instead of my fingers rubbing up against it" he says this time waiting for my answer.

"I- uh-" I start but my brain cannot form the words to speak. Johnny laughs as he brings his lips back to mine as his hands pulls down on my leggings, I let him pull them down so they are around my mid thighs. His hand then reassembles to the position they were in before, one on the small of my back and the other making its way to my ass as he begins making out with me.

He moves my panties to the side, and the rubs the outside of my bare asshole. I moan into the kiss before pulling away to throw my head back. He continues rubbing, as his lips move down to my neck as she starts to suck.

"You-" I start then breathe out hoarsely as the thought of his fucking my ass takes over, "win"

"Win?" He asks with his lips still against my neck

"Please don't make me beg for it" I say pulling him away from me. I then quickly finish pulling my leggings all the way down then look back at him.

"You don't have to" he says coming back in and lifting me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He then begins carrying me back to his room then throwing my back onto his bed.

He slides his pants off while I sit up on the bed to take my shirt off, leaving me in nothing but my panties, then I watch him take his shirt off as he walks over to the bed where I am sitting before crawling in between my legs as he begins making out with me.

My hand travels down his sides and rubs his hard cock through his briefs before he breaks the kiss for a second to take them off. I slide off the bed and onto my knees in front of him and begin pumping his cock then immediately bringing my lips to his tip and sliding just the tip in.

I suck on his tip, until I earned a moan before I began sucking further and further down his shaft, "fuck babe" he moans as my hand begins massaging his balls as I continue sucking his cock. I take my mouth off his cock to catch my breath before tilting my head to suck his balls quickly then running my tongue up his cock until I wrap my lips around him once more.

This time I quickly bobble my head before I try to take his full length in my mouth. As I suck further down his shaft my mouth opens wider as I squeeze him down my throat. Johnny throws his head back as I reached as far as I could manage as I wrapped my lips tighter around his cock.

"Jesus fuck" he moans right before I release him from my mouth.

I rise from my knees and Johnny leans down impatiently, meeting me halfway to make out with me as I stand up straight. We waltz our way around his room until he roughly pushes me against the wall beside his desk.

He moves his lips away from mine and begins sucking on my left tit while looking up at me. I throw my head back and let out a stuttered moan. His hands then pull down my panties until they drop to the floor.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard against his desk" he says against my chest then continues to suck, "I can't wait to bury my dick in you tight asshole" he continues to mutter out, "I already know you are going to feel so good"

"Then hurry up and fuck me" I finally say. Without a sudden movement, his hands make their way to my hips and turn me so I am know facing his desk beside us. He makes his way behind me then kisses the back of my neck before pushing me forward so my chest rests across his desk.

Johnny bends down and spreads my ass cheeks apart before he glides his tongue once upwards. He pulls them further apart then spits inside my ass before standing back up behind me.

"Ready?" he asks me as he slaps his dick against my ass

"Y-yes Johnny" I answer

I felt the tip of his dick poke against my ass, but the spit in my ass did not lubricate it enough for it to slide in. Johnny takes a step away and makes his way over to his dresser then pulling out the lube. I stand back up straight as Johnny makes his way back but he turns me back around and repositions me.

"We aren't done here" he says and I giggle anxiously. I hear the cap from the bottle of lube open. He strokes some lube on his cock then put a little more on his fingers before closing the bottle and throwing it on the bed. I feel his hand rub against my ass, and I look back at him still laying across the desk, confused.

"I think it's going to hurt at first" he informs me, reasoning the amount of lube used, "I'll go slow" he says reassuring me before I could even speak.

I then felt the tip of his cock slowly enter my ass and my eyes squeeze shut as my lips purse together. He grunts loudly as his cock goes deeper into my tight ass until he is all the way in.

"Wait" I breathe out before he continues to allow myself to adjust to his size and breath before he begins to thrust. I feel him lean down and press a kiss against my shoulder blade

"You okay?" he asks me

"Yeah, go slow" I say then feel Johnny pull his dick out slowly until it was only his tip inside my ass. He then slowly pushes himself in halfway, then back out to his tip. He continues going slow in and out. I finally allow myself to whimper as his thrusts become faster and deeper. "Harder" I moan out and he obeys immediately thrusting in and out hard and fast as small moans escape from his mouth.

"Fuck your ass is so tight" he moans, "You feel amazing baby"

"Johnny, o-oh my god!" I moan, through my whimpers.

He continues thrusting hard inside my ass as I feel him lean down so his chest was resting against my back. He kisses my shoulder breathlessly as his thrusts begin slowing down, "I'm so close" he moans

"Cum in my ass"

Johnny then stands up straight and continues thrusting inside of me while his hands grab onto my waist. He thrusts a couple more times before he thrust hard inside me as deep as he can go, making me whimper loud as he releases his cum into my ass. He grunts as he releases all his cum inside of me before pulling himself out of me.

I then stand up straight and turn to face him. He is already smiling before I even see him, making me smile back. "That was amazing" he says making me giggle as he leans down to kiss my lips, "how are you feeling" he says as he rubs the small of my back.

"I need a bath" I say rolling my eyes playfully not wanting to admit I loved it.

"Oh just tell me you thought it felt amazing too" he says

"It did"

"So now we can have no days off" he winks at me and I push his chest back

"You wish" I say making my way to the bathroom and I hear him yell out from his room before I start the bath.

"I'll convince ya!"