It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of sizzling steaks and simmering vegetables. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with long, flowing auburn hair and sparkling green eyes, was preparing dinner for herself and her husband, Mark. She was wearing a light pink spaghetti strap top that perfectly hugged her ample cleavage, and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her short denim cut-offs showcased her toned legs and firm buttocks.
Mark walked into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts. His muscular chest and arms were glistening with sweat from his evening workout. Sarah looked up and gave him a seductive smile, her eyes traveling up and down his body. She licked her lips subconsciously, her mind already racing with thoughts of what was to come.
Mark wrapped his arms around Sarah’s waist, pulling her close and nuzzling her neck. He could feel her heart racing as he kissed her earlobe, his hands traveling up to cup her breasts. Sarah moaned softly, arching her back and pressing herself against him. She could feel his hardness through his shorts, and she wanted him inside her.
Mark began to kiss Sarah’s neck, his lips traveling down to her collarbone. He could feel her trembling as he gently bit down on her skin, leaving a trail of red marks. Sarah’s hands were now clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Mark’s hands were now gripping Sarah’s hips, pulling her closer as he ground his erection against her. Sarah’s breath was coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her wetness seeping through her shorts, and she knew she needed him now.
Mark pulled Sarah’s top over her head, revealing her perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, and Mark couldn’t resist lowering his head to take one into his mouth. Sarah moaned loudly as she felt his tongue swirling around her nipple, her hands now gripping his hair.
Mark’s hands were now sliding down Sarah’s shorts, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. Sarah was now standing in front of him, completely naked except for her high heels. Mark took a step back, his eyes traveling up and down her body, taking in every inch of her.
Sarah’s hands were now working on Mark’s shorts, pulling them down and freeing his hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently as she looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. Mark groaned as he felt her hand on him, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.
Sarah pushed Mark back onto one of the kitchen chairs, climbing onto his lap and guiding his cock inside her. They both moaned as they felt him enter her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Sarah’s breasts were bouncing in front of Mark’s face, and he couldn’t resist taking one into his mouth again.
Sarah was now riding Mark hard, her hips moving in circles as she ground herself against him. Mark’s hands were now gripping her hips, helping her to move faster and harder. Sarah’s moans were getting louder and louder, and Mark knew she was close.
With one final thrust, Sarah came hard, her orgasm ripping through her body like a tidal wave. Mark followed her over the edge, his own orgasm crashing through him as he filled her with his seed.
Sarah collapsed onto Mark’s chest, her breathing ragged and uneven. Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both came down from their high.
They sat there for a few minutes, neither one of them saying a word. Finally, Sarah looked up at Mark, her eyes shining with love and desire.
“I love you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.
“I love you too,” Mark replied, his hands still stroking her hair.
They sat there for a few more minutes, lost in their own world, before finally getting up to finish dinner.
