It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing aroma of spaghetti and meatballs. Rebecca, a stunning 28-year-old woman with long, wavy chestnut hair, stood at the counter, her perfectly round, firm breasts barely contained by her skimpy apron. The cool air from the refrigerator caused her nipples to harden, poking through the thin fabric.
Rebecca’s husband, Mark, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to his wife’s ample cleavage. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. “Mmm, you smell delicious,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
Rebecca giggled, leaning back into his embrace. “I’m making your favorite,” she replied, her voice husky with desire.
Mark’s hands began to wander, tracing a path up her sides and cupping her breasts. Rebecca moaned softly, her head falling back against his shoulder. Mark’s fingers teased her nipples, pinching and twisting them until they were rock hard.
Rebecca reached behind her, grabbing Mark’s ass and pulling him closer. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, eliciting a low growl from deep in his throat.
Mark’s hands moved down to Rebecca’s apron, untying it and letting it fall to the floor. Rebecca’s naked body was on display, her perky breasts and shaved pussy glistening with desire.
Mark spun Rebecca around, his mouth crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled, tasting and exploring each other. Mark’s hands roamed over Rebecca’s body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples.
Rebecca moaned into Mark’s mouth, her hands reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants. She could feel it throbbing, eager and ready for her.
