The sun was shining through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the tiled floor. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with long, wavy auburn hair, was standing at the counter, sipping her coffee. She was wearing a loose-fitting white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, and a pair of tight-fitting jeans.
As she turned to grab a mug from the cabinet, the buttons on her blouse strained against the perfect, round globes of her breasts. She had always been proud of her ample assets, and today was no exception. She smiled to herself as she felt the familiar stirrings of arousal between her legs.
Just then, she heard the front door open and the sound of footsteps in the hallway. It was her husband, Mark, returning home from a business trip. Sarah turned to greet him, her eyes sparkling with desire.
“Hello, my love,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Mark, a tall, handsome man with short dark hair, looked at his wife with surprise. He could tell that she was in the mood for some fun, and he was more than happy to oblige.
“Well, hello there, beautiful,” he said, his eyes raking over her body. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Sarah smiled and walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, feeling the hardness of his arousal through his pants.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I need you, Mark. I need you now.”
Mark didn’t need any further encouragement. He scooped Sarah up in his arms and carried her to the kitchen table, laying her down gently on the smooth surface.
Sarah’s blouse was quickly opened, revealing the full, round globes of her breasts, encased in a lacy white bra. Mark couldn’t resist the temptation, and he leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
Sarah moaned with pleasure as Mark’s tongue swirled around her sensitive flesh. She arched her back, pressing her breasts closer to his mouth, wanting more.
Mark was more than happy to oblige. He slid Sarah’s bra off, freeing her breasts to his eager touch. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over her hard, pink nipples.
Sarah’s hips were writhing now, desperate for release. Mark slid her jeans down her legs, revealing the smooth, bare skin underneath. He could see the wetness glistening on her pussy lips, and he couldn’t resist the temptation.
He leaned down, his tongue snaking out to taste her sweet nectar. Sarah’s back arched off the table as she cried out in pleasure. Mark’s tongue explored every inch of her pussy, lapping at her clit and plunging into her wet, tight hole.
Sarah was close now, so close. She could feel the familiar tension building in her belly, the waves of pleasure crashing over her. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Mark’s hair, pulling him closer.
With one final thrust of his tongue, Sarah came undone, her body convulsing in pleasure. Mark continued to lick and suck at her pussy, drawing out every last drop of her orgasm.
When Sarah had finally come down from her high, Mark stood up, his cock straining against the zipper of his pants. Sarah sat up, her eyes glazed with desire.
“Fuck me, Mark,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck me now.”
Mark didn’t need any further encouragement. He quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body. He climbed onto the table, positioning himself between Sarah’s legs.
Sarah reached down, guiding his cock into her wet, tight pussy. Mark groaned as he felt her warmth surround him, her muscles tightening around him.
He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Sarah met him stroke for stroke, her body moving in time with his.
Their moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Sarah’s nails dug into Mark’s back as she felt another orgasm building inside her.
Mark could feel it too, the tension building in his balls, the pressure growing. With one final thrust, he came, his hot seed filling Sarah’s pussy.
Sarah’s orgasm followed close behind, her body convulsing in pleasure as she cried out Mark’s name.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests.
“I love you, Sarah,” Mark whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I love you too, Mark,” Sarah replied, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back.
And in that moment, they were content. The kitchen, the house, the world outside, it all faded away, leaving only the two of them, together in their own little world.
