In the small kitchen of a cramped apartment, Martha, a busty 28-year-old brunette, stood at the counter, sipping her morning coffee. She wore nothing but a black bra and a pair of sheer panties, her freshly-showered skin glowing in the early morning light. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her full, luscious lips were curled into a soft smile as she absentmindedly played with the straps of her bra.
Martha’s husband, Tom, a 32-year-old muscular man with a closely-trimmed beard, entered the room, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He wore only a pair of boxer briefs, his toned abs on full display. He couldn’t help but stare at his wife’s curves as she stood at the counter, her pert breasts pushing against the lacy fabric of her bra.
Tom walked up behind Martha, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to her neck. Martha giggled, leaning back into his embrace. Tom’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the bra. Martha moaned, her head falling back onto Tom’s shoulder.
“Someone’s feeling frisky this morning,” Martha purred, grinding her ass against Tom’s growing erection.
Tom chuckled, nipping at Martha’s earlobe. “I can’t help it. You look so fucking sexy in that bra.”
Martha turned in Tom’s arms, her hands reaching down to grab his ass. “Well, why don’t you take it off then?”
Tom didn’t need to be asked twice. He reached around Martha, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Martha’s breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and ready for Tom’s touch.
Tom wasted no time, dipping his head down to take one of Martha’s nipples into his mouth. Martha moaned, her head falling back as Tom sucked and teased her breasts. His hands roamed down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer.
Martha reached down, grabbing Tom’s cock through his boxer briefs. She rubbed and squeezed, causing Tom to growl into her breast.
“Fuck, Martha. You’re going to make me cum in my pants,” Tom said, pulling away from her breasts.
Martha chuckled, her hands moving to Tom’s boxer briefs. She slowly pulled them down, freeing Tom’s hard cock. Martha dropped to her knees, taking Tom’s cock into her mouth.
Tom moaned as Martha sucked and licked his cock, her hands stroking the base. Martha looked up at Tom, her eyes sparkling with desire as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Tom couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled Martha to her feet, spinning her around and bending her over the counter. Martha moaned as Tom spread her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
Tom entered Martha from behind, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease. Martha moaned as Tom filled her, her hips meeting his thrusts.
Tom reached around, grabbing Martha’s breasts and pinching her nipples. Martha cried out, her orgasm building.
“Yes, Tom. Yes, fuck me harder,” Martha begged, her pussy clenching around Tom’s cock.
Tom obliged, pounding into Martha harder and harder. Martha’s moans filled the kitchen, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Tom followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled Martha with his cum. Martha milked every last drop, her pussy still clenching around Tom’s cock.
Tom pulled out, collapsing onto a nearby chair. Martha straightened up, turning to face him. She leaned down, kissing Tom deeply.
“I love you, Tom,” Martha whispered, her hand reaching down to stroke Tom’s softening cock.
“I love you too, Martha,” Tom replied, pulling Martha into his lap.
As they sat in the kitchen, wrapped in each other’s arms, Martha couldn’t help but smile. She knew that their love was strong, and that their sex life would always be hot and heavy.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
