It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of spices and simmering sauce. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties, stood at the counter, her long hair cascading down her bare shoulders. She was naked, her perfect boobs accentuated by the way she leaned over the counter.
As she chopped vegetables, she felt a pair of strong hands wrap around her waist. She gasped, startled, but then relaxed as she recognized the touch. It was her husband, Mark, returning home from work.
Mark pressed his body against Sarah’s, his hard cock pressing into her ass. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, as his hands roamed over her body. Sarah moaned, her pussy growing wet with desire.
Mark’s fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. Sarah arched her back, pushing her ass into Mark’s crotch. She reached behind her, grabbing his cock through his pants.
Mark growled, his hands leaving Sarah’s breasts to undo his pants. His cock sprang free, already rock hard. Sarah turned around, sinking to her knees in front of him.
She took his cock in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head as she sucked him deep. Mark groaned, his hands going to her head as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.
Sarah reached up, cupping Mark’s balls as she sucked him. She could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening in her hand. She pulled back, letting his cock slip from her mouth.
Mark looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. Sarah stood up, turning around and bending over the counter. She looked back at him, her eyes challenging.
