It was a warm summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing aroma of spaghetti and meatballs. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with wavy chestnut hair that cascaded down her back, stood at the stove, stirring the sauce. Her ample bosom, barely contained by her low-cut blouse, heaved with each breath she took, the top buttons straining to hold back the luscious mounds.
Her husband, Mark, a tall, muscular man with short-cropped hair, entered the room. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of his wife, her long hair falling in loose curls over her shoulders, her perfect breasts highlighted by the blouse. He felt his cock stir in his pants as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck.
“Mmm, that feels nice,” Sarah murmured, leaning back into his embrace. She turned her head, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they tasted the sweetness of her lip gloss.
Mark’s hands wandered up to her breasts, cupping them gently and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. Sarah gasped, breaking the kiss and arching her back, pressing her breasts into his hands.
“Someone’s feeling frisky,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Mark nibbled her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. “I can’t help it. You look so fucking hot in that blouse.”
Sarah moaned as he trailed kisses down her neck, his hands working the buttons of her blouse. He slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her lacy pink bra and the curves of her breasts. Mark’s mouth found her nipples, sucking and biting gently through the fabric, making Sarah gasp and squirm in his arms.
She reached down, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his hard cock. Mark hissed as she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him firmly. He slipped his hand into her panties, finding her wet and ready for him.
Sarah moaned as he slid a finger inside her, stroking her clit with his thumb. She ground her hips against his hand, her breathing quickening as the pleasure built.
Mark lifted her onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide and burying his face between her thighs. He licked and sucked her clit, his fingers working in and out of her pussy. Sarah’s moans grew louder, echoing through the kitchen as she rode the waves of pleasure.
She came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a freight train. Mark stood, guiding his cock into her slick pussy, and began to thrust. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Their lovemaking was rough and passionate, their bodies slapping together as they fucked. Sarah’s tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive. Mark grunted with each stroke, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove deeper and deeper.
Sarah’s orgasm built again, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came again, her screams filling the kitchen. Mark followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her pussy with his cum.
They collapsed onto the kitchen floor, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Sarah looked up at Mark, her eyes shining with love and lust.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he replied, kissing her deeply. “Now let’s finish dinner before it burns.”
