The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the kitchen window. There she stood, Susanna, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back, her perfect breasts bare and proud. She was washing the dishes, her curves illuminated by the fading light.
Her husband, John, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He had always admired her beauty, her strength, her passion. He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to her neck.
“John,” she whispered, leaning back into his embrace.
He began to kiss her neck, his hands roaming over her body. She sighed, her head falling back onto his shoulder. He could feel her heart racing, her breath quickening.
He turned her around, his hands cupping her face. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire burning within them. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his.
His hands wandered down her body, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned, her hands reaching for his belt. She undid it, her fingers brushing against his hardening cock.
He broke the kiss, looking down at her. She was biting her lip, her eyes filled with lust. He lifted her up, setting her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close.
He kissed her again, his hands gripping her thighs. She ground against him, her wetness coating his cock. He groaned, his fingers finding her clit. He began to circle it, teasing her.
She moaned, her head falling back. He trailed kisses down her neck, his fingers never stopping. She was close, so close.
He pulled away, his cock poised at her entrance. She looked at him, her eyes pleading. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her. She met him thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again. He rubbed it, hard and fast. She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her. He followed her, his cock pulsing inside of her.
They stayed like that, panting and sweaty, for a few moments. He pulled out of her, his cum dripping down her thighs. She smiled at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
He helped her down from the counter, his arms around her waist. They kissed, their bodies still entwined.
The sun had set, the kitchen plunged into darkness. But they didn’t need light to see each other, to feel each other. They had each other, and that was enough.
