I just came over to see if you had some flour I could have, but you've noticed the bulge in my skirt and you can't keep your eyes off of it. You soon become so mesmerized that you drop to your knees and start trying to look up my skirt. I give in on the condition that if I let you worship my cock, you'll give me some flour. I encourage you to worship my perfect cock, telling you that if you do a good enough job, maybe next time I'll let you touch it. Aren't you lucky to live right beside me?