In the warm glow of the morning sun, long-haired Clara stood in her kitchen, her lithe body illuminated in a golden halo. She wore nothing but her birthday suit, her perfect boobs swaying gently as she prepared breakfast for her lover.
Hearing the sound of the bedroom door opening, she turned to see him enter the room, his eyes roving over her curves with a hunger that matched her own. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and nuzzled her neck.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
Clara shivered with pleasure, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. He obliged, nibbling and licking at her delicate skin, making her moan softly.
“Good morning,” she replied, her voice husky with desire.
Without warning, he spun her around to face him, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce kiss. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Clara responded in kind, reaching down to stroke his growing arousal through his pajama pants.
With a low growl, he lifted her up onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his mouth finding her wet and waiting center. Clara threw her head back, moaning loudly as his tongue explored her folds.
He teased her clit, flicking it gently with his tongue, before delving deeper to taste her essence. Clara writhed beneath him, her fingers twisting in his hair as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
With a final flick of his tongue, she came undone, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
But he wasn’t done with her yet.
He stood up, shedding his pants and revealing his hard cock. Clara licked her lips, eager to taste him. He stepped closer, and she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip.
He groaned, his hands gripping the countertop as she sucked him deeper and deeper. But he wanted more.
He pulled out, and lifted her off the counter. Turning her around, he bent her over, her perfect boobs pressing against the cool marble.
He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Clara pushed back, eager to feel him inside her.
With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Clara cried out, her nails scratching at the countertop as he began to move.
He took her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in time with their moans. Clara reveled in the feeling of him inside her, filling her completely.
And then, with one final thrust, he came, his hot seed filling her up. Clara milked him dry, her body still trembling from her own orgasm.
As they caught their breath, he pulled out of her and turned her around, wrapping her in a tight embrace.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I love you too,” Clara replied, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the sun streamed in through the kitchen window, casting a warm and golden glow over their still-naked bodies.
