It was a hot summer evening, and Marianne was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She had long, flowing auburn hair that cascaded down her back, and her ample cleavage was on full display as she leaned over the counter, slicing vegetables. The cool air from the refrigerator caused her nipples to harden, poking through the thin fabric of her white blouse.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong hands on her hips. She turned around to see her husband, James, standing behind her. He was a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and a rugged beard. He wore only a pair of low-slung jeans, revealing his toned abs and the trail of hair leading down to his waistband.
James pulled Marianne close, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through her blouse.
Marianne moaned, pressing herself against him. She could feel his hardness through his jeans, and she rubbed her hips against him, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest.
James broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Marianne’s neck and nipping at her earlobe. She shivered, tilting her head to give him better access. He unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her perfect, round breasts encased in a lacy black bra.
He palmed her breasts, squeezing them gently before flicking his thumbs over her nipples. Marianne gasped, arching her back and pressing her breasts further into his hands.
