It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of dinner being prepared. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with long, flowing auburn hair, stood at the counter, chopping vegetables while wearing only a loose robe. Her curves were evident beneath the thin fabric, and her full, perfect breasts begged to be freed from their confinement.
As she worked, her husband, Mark, entered the room. He couldn’t help but stare at his wife’s beauty, the way her loose hair cascaded down her back, and the way her robe clung to her body. He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck.
“Mmm, hello there,” Sarah said, leaning back into his embrace.
Mark kissed her neck, his hands roaming over her body. He slipped his fingers beneath the robe, gently caressing her soft skin. Sarah’s breath hitched as his fingers found her nipples, already hard and sensitive to his touch.
“I want you,” Mark whispered in her ear.
Sarah turned in his arms, her eyes full of desire. She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was passionate, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other’s bodies.
Mark’s hands continued to roam, sliding down Sarah’s body until he reached the hem of her robe. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, slowly pulling it up and over her head. Sarah’s breasts were now exposed, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
Mark took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Sarah moaned, her head falling back as she enjoyed the sensation. Mark’s hands continued to explore, one hand cupping her breast while the other slid down her body and between her legs.
