It was a hot summer evening, and the windows of the kitchen were wide open, letting in the gentle breeze. The room was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread, and the sound of clinking dishes.
At the center of it all stood Marianne, a woman in her early thirties with a body that could make any man’s heart race. She had long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back, and sparkling green eyes that seemed to see right through you. Her skin was smooth and porcelain, and her curves were generous and inviting.
But what truly set Marianne apart were her perfect breasts. Full and firm, they were the kind of breasts that could make a man forget his own name. And as she moved around the kitchen, bending over to retrieve a plate or reaching up to grab a glass, they bounced and jiggled in the most enticing way.
Marianne was wearing nothing but a thin silk robe, which did little to hide her nudity. She knew she was being watched, and she reveled in the attention. She moved with a grace and confidence that was intoxicating, and she exuded an air of sensuality that was impossible to ignore.
Across the room, Tom couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He had been lusting after Marianne for months, but he had never had the courage to make a move. Tonight, however, something was different. He could feel the heat rising in his loins, and he knew he couldn’t resist any longer.
He slowly approached Marianne, his heart pounding in his chest. She turned to face him, and their eyes met. For a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other, their breaths heavy with desire.
Then, without a word, Marianne dropped her robe to the floor. She stood before Tom, completely naked, her breasts heaving with every breath. She reached out and took his hand, leading him to the kitchen table.
They sat down, their legs tangled together, and they began to kiss. Their lips met in a passionate dance, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Marianne let out a soft moan as Tom’s hand found her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple.
Tom’s other hand wandered down Marianne’s body, tracing a path down her stomach and towards her wetness. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped with pleasure. He began to move his finger in and out, his thumb circling her clit.
Marianne’s moans grew louder, and she pulled Tom’s head towards her breast, urging him to suck on her nipple. He did as she asked, his mouth closing around her hard nub, his tongue flicking against it.
Suddenly, Marianne pushed Tom back onto the table, climbing on top of him. She guided his cock inside her, and they both let out a deep, satisfied sigh. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a steady rhythm.
Tom reached up and grabbed Marianne’s breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, as she rode him harder and faster.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with Marianne’s moans and Tom’s grunts. Suddenly, Marianne’s muscles tightened around Tom’s cock, and she let out a loud cry as she came.
Tom couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed Marianne’s hips and pulled her down onto him, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. They both collapsed onto the table, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing.
As they caught their breath, Marianne looked over at Tom, a satisfied smile on her face. “Welcome to my kitchen,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Tom knew he had found his new favorite place.
