It was a warm summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with a short ponytail haircut, was busy preparing dinner for her lover, Mark, who was expected any moment. She wore a simple white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the lacy black bra underneath, and a pair of tight-fitting jeans that accentuated her shapely figure.
Mark walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to Sarah’s short ponytail haircut, which he loved. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck and inhaling her intoxicating scent. Sarah giggled, playfully pushing him away.
“Not yet, love,” she said, turning to face him. “Dinner’s not ready.”
Mark pouted, but Sarah silenced him with a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, and Sarah could feel Mark’s arousal growing as she pressed her body against his.
“I can’t wait,” he murmured, his hands exploring Sarah’s curves.
Sarah smiled, leading Mark to the kitchen table. She pushed him gently into a chair, dropping to her knees between his legs. She unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard cock and taking it into her mouth.
Mark groaned, his head falling back as Sarah sucked and licked him. She reached up, tweaking his nipples through his shirt, and he moaned louder.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he gasped, his hands tangled in her short ponytail haircut.
Sarah pulled back, licking her lips. She stood up, stripping off her blouse and bra, and straddled Mark’s lap. He groaned as she impaled herself on his cock, her tight pussy gripping him tightly.
Sarah began to ride him, grinding her hips against his. Mark reached up, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Sarah leaned back, bracing herself against the table as Mark thrust up into her.
Their moans filled the kitchen, drowning out the sound of sizzling meat and bubbling sauce. Sarah could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around Mark’s cock.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, her head thrown back.
Mark gripped her hips, slamming into her harder and faster. Sarah’s orgasm crashed over her, and she cried out, her pussy flooding with wetness.
Mark followed her over the edge, his cock twitching as he came inside her. Sarah collapsed against him, panting and sweaty.
They stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
“Dinner’s going to be cold,” Sarah murmured, smiling up at Mark.
Mark grinned, nuzzling her neck.
“I think we can live with that.”
