It was a lazy Sunday morning, and Sarah was in the kitchen making breakfast. She had just finished showering and was still wet, her long hair hanging in damp ringlets down her back. She was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her perfect, full breasts.
As she cracked eggs into a bowl, she heard the front door open and her husband, John, walked in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her, his eyes widening at the sight of her long hair, bare shoulders, and the curve of her breasts peeking out from under the towel.
Sarah smiled at him and sauntered over, her hips swaying seductively. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. John groaned and pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her slick skin.
Sarah broke the kiss and led him over to the kitchen table. She pushed him down into a chair and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She ground her hips against him, feeling his hardness through his pants.
John’s hands went to her breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples through the towel. Sarah moaned and leaned back, giving him better access. He tugged at the towel, freeing her breasts and taking one nipple into his mouth.
Sarah arched her back and ran her fingers through John’s hair as he sucked and nibbled at her nipples. She could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy aching for him.
