In the heart of a cozy suburban home, a woman named Isabella stood in the kitchen. She was in her early thirties, with a voluptuous figure, her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. Her blouse and skirt were draped over a chair, leaving her in nothing but her lacy lingerie. She was preparing a romantic dinner for two, her perfect, round breasts on display.
Isabella’s husband, Ethan, entered the kitchen. He was a tall, handsome man in his mid-thirties, with a muscular build and short, dark hair. His eyes immediately fell upon his wife’s bare chest, taking in the sight of her hard nipples pressing against the lace of her bra.
“Good evening, my love,” Isabella said, turning to face him. “I’m so glad you’re home. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Ethan couldn’t help but stare at his wife’s bare breasts, his cock already growing hard in his pants. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he said, nuzzling his face into her neck.
Isabella let out a soft moan as Ethan’s lips found her earlobe, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair as he began to kiss her neck, his hands traveling down to cup her ass.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Ethan whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Isabella’s heart raced as she felt her husband’s hard cock pressing against her. She reached down, rubbing her hand against his bulge as she kissed him deeply.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you now.”
Ethan’s hands moved up to Isabella’s breasts, cupping them through her bra and squeezing gently. She let out a moan, her head falling back as he began to kiss and lick her neck.
“Here?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Isabella nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Right here, on the kitchen counter.”
Ethan lifted Isabella up, setting her down on the cold marble countertop. He pulled her lacy panties to the side, exposing her wet pussy. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
“Oh, Ethan,” Isabella moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his tongue.
Ethan licked and sucked at Isabella’s clit, driving her wild with pleasure. She reached down, tangling her fingers in his hair as she ground her pussy against his face.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she said, her voice filled with need.
Ethan stood up, his cock straining against his pants. He quickly undid his belt, freeing his hard cock. He rubbed the head against Isabella’s wet pussy, teasing her before finally pushing inside.
“Oh, fuck,” Isabella moaned, her nails digging into Ethan’s back.
Ethan began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he filled Isabella completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside with each thrust.
“Harder,” she said, her voice filled with desire.
Ethan obliged, his hips slapping against Isabella’s ass as he fucked her with all his might. She moaned and screamed, her pleasure building with each thrust.
“I’m going to cum,” Isabella said, her voice filled with need.
Ethan reached down, rubbing her clit as he continued to fuck her. She let out a loud moan, her body shaking as she came hard.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Ethan groaned, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his cum.
They stayed there, on the kitchen counter, for several minutes, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath.
“That was amazing,” Isabella said, her head resting on Ethan’s chest.
“Yes, it was,” Ethan agreed, his hands still caressing her body.
They stayed like that for a while longer, their love for each other on full display in the kitchen.
