In the heart of the kitchen, a woman stood, completely nude, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her perfect, round breasts beckoned, inviting touch. The room was filled with an air of anticipation.
Soft music played in the background as Sarah, the woman, ran her fingers through her hair, her hips swaying gently to the rhythm. She had planned this moment carefully, knowing that he would be unable to resist her.
The door creaked open, and he entered, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her breasts, before moving down to the curve of her hips. He swallowed hard, feeling a surge of desire coursing through him.
Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She moved closer, closing the distance between them. Her hands reached up, gently caressing his chest, before moving up to his shoulders. She pulled him close, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating in sync.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. Sarah’s hands moved down, tracing the lines of his body, before settling on the waistband of his pants. She undid them, letting them fall to the ground.
He stepped out of his pants, his erection already straining against his boxers. Sarah’s hand reached down, gently caressing him through the fabric. He groaned, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.
Sarah pulled back, her eyes locked on his. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His erection sprang free, and Sarah’s hand wrapped around it, gently stroking him.
He moaned, his head falling back. Sarah’s other hand moved up, cupping his balls, gently massaging them. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.
“Do you want me?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He nodded, unable to speak. Sarah’s hand moved faster, her fingers tightening around him. He could feel himself nearing the edge, but Sarah pulled back, a wicked smile on her lips.
“Not yet,” she said, her voice soft.
She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair.
Sarah took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. She could feel him trembling, his hands tightening in her hair. She sucked him deeper, her fingers moving down to cup his balls.
He moaned, his hips thrusting forward. Sarah took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. She could feel him nearing his release, but she pulled back, her hand moving faster.
“Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse.
Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She stood up, her body pressed against his. She could feel his erection against her stomach, and she ground against him.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
“I want to fuck you,” he growled, his hands reaching down to cup her breasts.
Sarah moaned, her head falling back. He leaned down, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit, his hands squeezing her breasts. Sarah’s hands reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He lifted her up, setting her on the counter. Sarah’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her clit.
Sarah moaned, her head falling back. He thrust forward, filling her completely. Sarah’s hands reached up, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. Sarah met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Sarah’s moans filled the room, drowning out the sound of their bodies slapping together.
He could feel himself nearing his release, but he held back, wanting to make this moment last. Sarah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath him.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders.
He increased his pace, his thrusts harder and faster. Sarah’s moans turned into cries, her body shaking with pleasure. He could feel her clenching around him, her orgasm rippling through her.
He thrust one last time, his release filling her completely. Sarah’s hands reached up, pulling him close. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing heavy.
He pulled back, his softening cock slipping out of her. Sarah’s legs dropped down, her feet resting on the floor. He helped her off the counter, their bodies still pressed together.
They stood there for a moment, their hearts beating in sync, their bodies still trembling with pleasure. Sarah looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked, her voice soft.
He nodded, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.
“Yes,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Good,” she said, “because I’m not done with you yet.”
