In the heart of the city, Sarah’s kitchen was a sanctuary. The scent of freshly-baked bread and sizzling bacon filled the air as she hummed a tune, moving gracefully between counter and stove. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the morning light.
Her phone buzzed, a message from Mark: “On my way. Can’t wait to see you.” Sarah smiled, feeling her heart flutter. She knew what was coming.
The front door creaked open, and Mark stepped in, his eyes immediately drawn to Sarah. “Wow,” he breathed, “you look incredible.”
Sarah blushed, turning to face him fully. She was naked, her perfect breasts on display. Mark’s gaze deepened, and Sarah felt a thrill run through her. She walked over to him, her hips swaying, and pressed her body against his.
Mark’s hands roamed over her body, his touch setting her skin on fire. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Sarah moaned, feeling her body respond to his touch.
Mark’s hands moved down to her breasts, cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Sarah gasped, arching her back, pressing her breasts further into his hands. Mark pinched her nipples, and Sarah cried out, her body trembling with desire.
Mark’s lips trailed down her neck, nibbling and licking, causing Sarah to shiver with pleasure. His hands moved down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the softness of her thighs.
Sarah’s breath hitched as Mark’s fingers found her wetness. He circled her clit, and Sarah moaned, her body grinding against his hand. Mark slipped a finger inside her, then another, stroking her inner walls. Sarah’s moans grew louder, her body shaking with pleasure.
Mark lifted Sarah onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his eyes locked on hers as he licked her clit. Sarah cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. Mark’s tongue darted in and out of her, his fingers still inside her, stroking her G-spot.
Sarah’s orgasm built, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Mark’s fingers curled inside her, and Sarah came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Mark stood, his cock hard and ready. He guided it to Sarah’s entrance, pushing inside her slowly. Sarah moaned, her body adjusting to his size. Mark began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Sarah wrapped her legs around Mark’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Mark’s thrusts grew harder, faster. Sarah’s moans filled the kitchen, mixing with the sizzling of the bacon and the scent of fresh bread.
Mark’s hands gripped Sarah’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. Sarah’s nails scraped down Mark’s back, leaving red marks in their wake. Mark’s thrusts grew wilder, his body slapping against Sarah’s.
Sarah’s orgasm built again, her body tensing, her breath hitching. Mark’s thrusts grew erratic, his body shuddering. Sarah came apart, her body convulsing with pleasure, her voice hoarse from moaning. Mark followed, his body shaking as he came inside her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. Mark pulled out of Sarah, his cock still semi-hard. Sarah slid off the counter, her legs wobbling.
They dressed, their bodies still humming with pleasure. The scent of sex mingled with the scent of bacon and bread, a heady mix that made Sarah’s heart flutter.
Mark left, promising to see her again soon. Sarah watched him go, her body still tingling with pleasure. She turned back to the kitchen, her sanctuary, her haven. The bread was burnt, the bacon overcooked. Sarah laughed, her heart light. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure she had experienced.
