Estelle, a 28-year-old woman with a voluptuous figure, stood in the kitchen, her long chestnut hair cascading down her bare shoulders. Her luscious, front view-perfect breasts stood firm and proud, her nipples hardening from the cool air that wafted through the room. She was nude, her curves on full display as she prepared her breakfast.
John, her husband, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to his wife’s stunning figure. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire as he took in the sight of her. He approached her slowly, his gaze fixated on her perky breasts, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.
Estelle smiled, leaning back into his embrace. “Good morning, love,” she replied, her voice husky with desire.
John’s hands wandered up to Estelle’s breasts, cupping them gently and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She sighed, her head falling back against his shoulder as she savored the sensation.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. John’s hands continued to roam over Estelle’s body, tracing the curves of her hips and the smoothness of her thighs.
Estelle broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. “John, I need you,” she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
John didn’t need any further encouragement. He picked Estelle up, setting her down on the kitchen counter and spreading her legs apart. He knelt down between them, his tongue darting out to taste her wet pussy.
Estelle moaned, her head falling back as John licked and sucked on her clit. He slipped a finger inside her, fucking her slowly as he continued to tease her sensitive bud.
“Yes, John, just like that,” Estelle moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair as she urged him on.
John increased his pace, his finger sliding in and out of Estelle’s pussy as he licked and sucked on her clit. She was moaning louder now, her hips bucking against his face as she neared her climax.
With a final flick of his tongue, Estelle came undone, her orgasm ripping through her body. She cried out, her nails digging into John’s scalp as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
John stood up, his cock rock hard and throbbing with need. He positioned himself at Estelle’s entrance, teasing her wet pussy with the tip of his cock.
“Please, John, I need you inside me,” Estelle begged, her legs wrapped around his waist.
John thrust into her, filling her to the hilt. Estelle cried out, her back arching off the counter as he began to fuck her.
Their bodies moved in rhythm, their moans and sighs filling the kitchen. John’s fingers dug into Estelle’s hips as he drove into her, again and again.
Estelle’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive. John leaned down, taking one into his mouth and sucking on it.
“Yes, John, just like that,” Estelle moaned, her fingers digging into his back.
John switched to the other breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple as he continued to fuck Estelle. She was moaning louder now, her hips meeting his thrusts as she neared her climax.
With one final, deep thrust, Estelle came undone, her orgasm ripping through her body. John followed suit, his cock twitching inside her as he came.
They collapsed onto the kitchen counter, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in short gasps.
“I love you, John,” Estelle whispered, her head resting on his chest.
“I love you too, Estelle,” John replied, his fingers tracing circles on her back.
And with that, they continued to bask in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.
