It was a typical evening in the Johnson household. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with a striking front ponytail haircut, was preparing dinner in the kitchen. Her husband, Mark, a 32-year-old man with a muscular build, was lounging on the couch in the living room, watching the evening news.
As Sarah chopped vegetables and sautéed chicken, she couldn’t help but feel a growing attraction to her husband. She loved the way his hair curled at the nape of his neck, and the way his muscles rippled as he shifted on the couch. She decided to make her move.
Sarah sashayed into the living room, her hips swaying seductively. She leaned over the back of the couch, pressing her breasts against Mark’s shoulders.
“Hey there,” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin.
Mark looked up, startled. He hadn’t expected Sarah to make the first move. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw the desire burning within them. He couldn’t resist.
“Hey yourself,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
Sarah stood up, taking Mark’s hand and leading him to the kitchen. She pushed him against the counter, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths.
Sarah broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Mark’s neck. She nibbled on his earlobe, her fingers deftly undoing his belt buckle. Mark groaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it gently.
Sarah dropped to her knees, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of Mark’s cock. She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft. Mark gasped as she began to suck, his fingers tangling in her hair.
Sarah stood up, her lips wet with Mark’s pre-cum. She pulled off her shirt, revealing her perky breasts. Mark reached out, cupping them in his hands and pinching her nipples. Sarah moaned, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her body.
Mark picked Sarah up, setting her on the counter. He pushed her legs apart, his fingers finding her wet pussy. Sarah moaned as he began to stroke her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
Mark couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself at Sarah’s entrance, pushing inside her with a groan. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as he began to thrust.
Their moans filled the kitchen, drowning out the sound of sizzling chicken. Sarah’s pussy clenched around Mark’s cock, her orgasm building deep within her. Mark slammed into her harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
Sarah came with a scream, her pussy spasming around Mark’s cock. Mark followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled her with his cum.
They stayed there, panting and sweaty, for several minutes. Finally, Mark pulled out, his cock slipping out with a wet sound. Sarah smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on the countertop.
“Dinner will be ready soon,” she said, her voice still husky with desire.
Mark grinned, his fingers entwined with Sarah’s. “I can’t wait.”
