It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of dinner being prepared. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with long, golden hair, was standing in front of the counter, completely nude. Her perfect, round breasts were on full display, and she ran her fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden with desire.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned around to see Jack, her husband of five years, entering the kitchen. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her bare body.
“Sarah,” he breathed, “what are you doing?”
She smiled coyly and walked over to him, pressing her body against his.
“I thought we could try something new for dinner tonight,” she whispered, running her hands over his chest.
He groaned as she began to undo his pants, freeing his hard cock. She sank to her knees and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.
He moaned and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer. She sucked him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he gasped, “you feel amazing.”
She stood up and turned around, bending over the counter. He stepped up behind her and entered her from behind, thrusting deep and hard.
She cried out as he filled her, her pussy gripping him tightly. He reached around and began to play with her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“Oh God, Jack,” she moaned, “fuck me harder.”
He obliged, driving into her with abandon. She could feel herself getting close to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
“I’m close,” she gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”
He picked up the pace, slamming into her over and over again. She screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around him.
He followed soon after, emptying himself into her with a low groan.
They stood there for a moment, catching their breath, before Sarah turned around and smiled up at him.
“Dinner is served,” she said, with a wink.
