The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon. Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, stood in front of the counter, her long auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. She was naked, save for the apron tied around her waist, her perfect breasts on display.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist. She turned to see John, her husband of five years, standing behind her. He was also naked, his erect cock pressing against her ass.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, nibbling her earlobe.
Sarah moaned softly, leaning back into his embrace. John’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sarah gasped, her body responding to his touch.
John’s lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Sarah reached behind her, grabbing John’s cock and stroking it slowly. John growled, his hands moving down to her hips, pulling her closer.
Without breaking their kiss, John turned Sarah around, pushing her against the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he entered her in one swift thrust. Sarah cried out, her nails digging into John’s back.
John thrust into her hard and fast, their bodies slapping against each other. Sarah moaned loudly, her breasts bouncing with each movement. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around John’s cock.
John reached down, rubbing Sarah’s clit in circles. She moaned louder, her body shaking with pleasure.
“Oh, John, yes!” Sarah screamed as she came, her pussy pulsing around his cock.
John followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her. He collapsed against her, panting heavily.
Sarah smiled, running her fingers through John’s hair. “Good morning, indeed,” she whispered.
They stood there for a moment, catching their breath, before disentangling themselves and finishing breakfast. But they both knew that their morning had already been perfectly spent.
