In the heart of the kitchen, a woman with long, flowing chestnut hair stood at the counter. She was in her early thirties, with a voluptuous figure and perfect, round breasts. She wore nothing but a sheer apron, her nipples erect with excitement.
Across the room, a man watched her, his eyes filled with desire. He was in his late twenties, with chiseled features and a toned physique. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she moved about the kitchen, her breasts bouncing gently with each step.
She caught him staring and smiled, sauntering over to him. She traced a finger down his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her touch.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. He ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
She moaned, arching her back and pressing herself against him. He slipped a hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her breasts. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, causing her to moan even louder.
She reached down, rubbing his growing erection through his pants. He groaned, his hips thrusting against her hand.
He picked her up, setting her on the counter. He pushed her legs apart, kneeling between them. He kissed her inner thighs, working his way up to her wet and waiting pussy.
He licked and sucked on her clit, driving her wild with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her tight walls close around him. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her.
She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. She was close, so close.
He curled his fingers, hitting her g-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He stood up, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet and swollen pussy, teasing her.
She reached down, guiding him inside of her. He thrust into her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer as he drove deeper and deeper inside of her.
She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He groaned, burying himself inside of her one last time as he came.
She moaned, milking every last drop from him.
They collapsed onto the counter, their bodies spent.
She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he replied, pulling her close.
They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until the kitchen grew cold and dark around them.
