It was a warm summer evening, and the smell of dinner still lingered in the air. Sarah, a stunning 28-year-old woman with a pixie cut and a penchant for yoga pants, was tidying up the kitchen. Her kitchen lingerie, a matching set of black lace bra and panties, hugged her curves, accentuating her perky breasts and firm ass.
Her husband, Mark, a ruggedly handsome man with a muscular build, walked into the kitchen. He couldn’t help but take a moment to admire his wife’s figure, her toned legs encased in tight yoga pants, and her firm ass barely covered by the skimpy lingerie.
“Hey there, sexy,” Mark said, wrapping his arms around Sarah from behind.
Sarah leaned back into his embrace, feeling his hard cock press against her ass. She let out a soft moan as he nibbled on her earlobe, his hands roaming over her body.
“I thought you were going to rest,” Sarah said, her voice husky with desire.
“I changed my mind,” Mark replied, his fingers tracing the lace of her bra.
He spun Sarah around to face him, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting the remnants of dinner and something deeper, something more primal.
Sarah responded eagerly, her hands reaching down to cup his cock through his jeans. She rubbed her palm against him, feeling him grow harder under her touch.
Mark broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. He reached around to unclasp her bra, his fingers brushing against her nipples.
Sarah gasped as he pinched her nipples, her body responding to his touch. She pulled his shirt over his head, her hands roaming over his muscular chest.
Mark picked Sarah up, setting her on the kitchen counter. He pushed her panties to the side, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
Sarah moaned as he slid a finger inside her, her hips bucking against him. She reached down to unbutton his jeans, freeing his hard cock.
Mark positioned himself at her entrance, his cock sliding in easily. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Sarah’s moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together.
Mark reached down to rub her clit, his fingers circling the sensitive nub. Sarah cried out, her orgasm building deep inside her.
With a final thrust, Mark came, his hot cum filling Sarah. She clenched around him, her own orgasm crashing over her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected. Sarah ran her fingers through Mark’s hair, her ponytail falling over her shoulder.
“I love you,” Mark said, his voice husky with spent passion.
“I love you too,” Sarah replied, her fingers tracing the lines of Mark’s face.
They pulled apart, their bodies still humming with pleasure. Sarah picked up her bra, slipping it back on.
“I think I’ll finish cleaning up in the morning,” she said, a playful smile on her face.
Mark chuckled, pulling her in for a kiss. “I think that’s a great idea.”
