In the heart of the suburban home, the kitchen stood as a monument to domesticity. It was here that Marissa, a woman of grace and allure, found herself drawn to every day. Her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders, often tied up in a loose bun as she went about her daily chores. Her most striking feature, however, were her perfect, firm breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She took great care in keeping them hidden from prying eyes, always wearing modest attire that hinted at her ample assets without revealing them.
One fateful day, as the sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the tiled floor, Marissa decided to indulge herself in a moment of decadence. She slipped out of her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor, and stood before the mirror, admiring her naked form. Her full breasts, with their dusky rose aureoles and hard, sensitive nipples, begged for attention. She cupped them in her hands, feeling the weight of them, the warmth that radiated from her body.
Lost in the moment, she didn’t hear the front door open, nor the footsteps that approached the kitchen. It was only when she felt a pair of strong hands on her shoulders that she startled, gasping as she turned to face the intruder.
It was Jack, her husband’s best friend, a man she had known for years. He was tall, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. His gaze dropped to her exposed breasts, and she saw the hunger in his eyes.
“Jack,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer, instead stepping closer to her, his eyes locked on her breasts. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension that crackled in the air between them.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Marissa,” he growled, his voice deep and rough. “I can’t hide it any longer.”
Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, his tongue demanding entry. She moaned, her body responding to his touch, her breasts pressing against his chest. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gasped as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her sensitive skin.
She reached down, her fingers finding the button on his jeans, popping it open. He groaned as she slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. He was large, throbbing with need, and she stroked him, her thumb tracing the sensitive tip.
He pushed her back against the kitchen counter, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, against her stomach. His lips found hers again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her sensitive skin. She moaned, her body responding to his touch, her breasts pressing against his chest. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gasped as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her sensitive skin.
His lips found her breasts, his tongue swirling around her hard nipples. She arched her back, her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close. He sucked and bit at her nipples, his hands roaming her body, his fingers finding her wet pussy.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of her wet pussy. She could feel the orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his fingers.
“Jack,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I’m going to cum.”
He didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to thrust in and out of her wet pussy. She cried out, her body trembling as the orgasm washed over her.
He lifted her onto the kitchen counter, her legs wrapped around his waist. His cock pressed against her wet pussy, and she moaned as he pushed inside her. He was large, filling her completely, and she gasped as he began to thrust.
He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against hers. She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She could feel another orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his cock.
“Jack,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I’m going to cum again.”
He didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She cried out, her body trembling as the orgasm washed over her.
He groaned, his cock twitching inside her as he cum. He collapsed against her, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Marissa,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She smiled, her fingers tracing his jaw.
“I know,” she whispered back. “And I’ve wanted you too.”
