It was a hot summer evening, and the air was thick with anticipation. Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, was in the kitchen making dinner. She was naked, her perfect boobs on full display, and her long hair cascading down her back in loose waves. The sight of her, so uninhibited and free, was enough to make any man’s cock hard.
As she chopped vegetables and sipped a glass of wine, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see John, her lover, standing in the doorway. He was also naked, his cock already rock hard at the sight of her.
Without a word, he crossed the room and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, their tongues entwined as they tasted the wine on each other’s lips. He ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, her body responding to his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, making his way to her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked, hard. She gasped, her back arching as she pressed her breasts closer to him. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
He moved his hands down her body, over her hips and between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy slick with desire. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, fucking her slowly as he continued to suck and bite her nipples.
She was moaning now, her hips thrusting against his hand as she begged for more. He gave it to her, fucking her harder and faster with his fingers. She came with a cry, her pussy clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
But John wasn’t done with her yet. He picked her up and set her on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his face level with her pussy. He licked her, long and slow, from her clit to her opening. She gasped, her hands going to his head as she held him in place.
He licked and sucked and bit her, driving her wild with pleasure. She came again, her juices flowing freely as she screamed his name. He stood up and pressed his cock against her opening, teasing her.
“Please,” she begged, her voice husky with desire. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He thrust into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He started to fuck her, slow at first, then faster and harder. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together as they chased their release.
He reached between them and rubbed her clit, fast and hard. She came again, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting and sweating, their bodies still joined. Then John pulled out and picked Sarah up, carrying her to the bedroom. They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied.
As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Sarah couldn’t help but think that this was the best dinner she had ever had.
