It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of simmering spaghetti and freshly baked garlic bread. Sarah, a stunning woman in her late twenties, stood at the counter, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. She was wearing a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her perfect curves and showcased her ample cleavage.
Across the room, Mark, Sarah’s husband of five years, couldn’t take his eyes off her. He admired her from afar, sipping his wine and taking in the sight of her perfect boobs from the front view. He felt a stirring in his loins as he remembered the first time he saw her, the way her breasts bounced as she walked towards him, the way they felt in his hands as he cupped them and kissed her neck.
Mark couldn’t resist any longer. He put down his wine glass and walked over to Sarah, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. Sarah giggled and leaned back into him, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.
Mark’s hands began to wander, tracing the curves of Sarah’s body and gently caressing her breasts. Sarah moaned softly, her nipples hardening under his touch. Mark took this as a sign to continue and began to unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor.
Sarah stood before him in her lacy black bra and thong, her perfect boobs on display. Mark couldn’t help but stare, taking in the sight of her. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body.
Sarah responded eagerly, her hands reaching down to unbuckle Mark’s belt. She slipped her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. Mark groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she began to stroke him.
Sarah broke the kiss and looked up at Mark, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
