It was a beautiful evening in the kitchen of a cozy home. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow on the faces of the two people inside. Sarah, a stunning 25-year-old woman with fiery red hair, was washing dishes while her husband, the tall and handsome 30-year-old John, was drying them.
As they worked, Sarah couldn’t help but steal glances at John. She loved the way his muscles rippled as he dried the dishes, the way his dark eyes sparkled under the kitchen lights. She felt a familiar warmth growing between her legs as she thought about running her hands over his broad chest, feeling his hard cock pressed against her.
Suddenly, Sarah dropped the dish she was washing, letting it shatter on the floor. “Oh no,” she said, feigning surprise. “I’m so clumsy.”
John looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll clean it up.”
As John bent down to pick up the pieces of the broken dish, Sarah couldn’t resist any longer. She stepped closer to him, running her hand through his hair as she leaned down to kiss him. John responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts as they kissed.
Sarah moaned as John’s tongue explored her mouth, her hands sliding down to his pants to feel his growing erection. She undid his belt, pulling his pants down as she sank to her knees.
John watched as Sarah took his cock in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she sucked him deeper. She moaned as she tasted him, her tongue swirling around his head as she took him deeper still.
John’s hips bucked as Sarah sucked him, his hands reaching down to tangle in her red hair. He groaned as she sucked him harder, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper still.
Suddenly, Sarah pulled away, standing up to kiss him again. “I want you,” she whispered, her hands reaching down to pull up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and John’s eyes widened as he saw her wet pussy.
Sarah moaned as John’s fingers found her clit, rubbing her in circles as she ground her hips against him. She reached down to stroke his cock, feeling it throb in her hand as she guided it to her entrance.
John groaned as he entered Sarah, feeling her tight pussy wrap around his cock. He thrust deeper, his hips moving in time with hers as they fucked.
Sarah moaned as John filled her, her hands reaching up to grip the countertop as he pounded her from behind. She felt her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around John’s cock as she came harder than ever before.
John groaned as Sarah came, feeling her pussy tighten around him as he pumped his load deep inside her. He collapsed against her, their bodies slick with sweat as they caught their breath.
As they pulled apart, Sarah looked at John, a sly smile on her lips. “I guess we’ll need to buy a new dish,” she said, gesturing to the broken one on the floor.
John laughed, pulling Sarah close for another kiss. “I think we can handle that,” he said, his hands already reaching for her again.
