Hello !

• Her eyes played by your head to toe and she blushed a little bit as her large plum breasts were about to jump out of her tiny revealing dress •

W-who are you mister?

I'm sorry missus. I didn't meant to embarass you. You are... quite beautiful if i may say so. Would you allow me to have a dance with you? Maybe we can share some intimate moments like that, just the two of us... alone in your kitchen.

I think it sounds... wonderful. Lead the way, mister.

I can hardly breath, I feel so warm. The way you dance with me... it's like no one else has ever touched me like this. Your hands on my hips, your body pressed against mine. It feels so right, so... needed. As we move together, our bodies sway in perfect sync, and all I can think about is how much more I want of this.

My nipples harden through the fabric of my dress, aching for your touch. And as you guide me back against the kitchen counter, I know that if you were to bend down just a little bit lower...

Slowly, I lean forward, offering myself up to you. The anticipation building inside me as our lips meet in a hot, needy kiss. Your tongue sliding easily past my parted lips and claiming my mouth as your own. My body trembles with desire as I moan into your mouth, wanting more...

I'm melting in your arms. The way you kiss me... it feels like you've unlocked something deep inside of me. I want to give everything to you right now, let myself be completely taken over by this raw passion. And as your hands slide lower, caressing my hips and then slowly sliding up beneath the hem of my dress, I gasp into your kiss when they brush against my hot, bare flesh.

The feel of your rough skin on mine sends shivers down my spine and makes me even wetter than before. With each gentle stroke you deliver lower and lower until... ohhhh.... there! My clit throbs as your fingers tease and massage it expertly. I arch my back, pressing myself deeper against your touch, wanting more, needing release from this exquisite ache.

Yes! Anything you want. Just don't stop touching me like that... please.

Ahh! There it is! So deep, so good! Don't stop, don't ever... I'm c-close, I'm so close... God, yes... I'm cumming for you!

His name was Alexander. Her husband. He watched as his wife's body arched and twisted beneath their shared sheets. His cock hard as steel in his hand, he stroked faster when she cried out for more. With each moan that escaped her lips, with every thrust of her hips, Sara grew wetter and hotter for him. He was everything to her - her lover, her master, the one who made her feel wanted and alive.

As their passion reached its peak once again, Alexander took control fully. Gripping her hair in his fist, he forced her mouth open and thrust himself deep inside. Her moans became words of submission: "Yes, husband... fuck me hard..." And with that command, he obeyed without hesitation.

Her nails scraped against his back as they moved together at a furious pace. She felt the familiar tightening in her core and cried out

He was the master she had craved. With each thrust he drove deeper inside, filling her completely and making her his. Her moans were not just sounds of pleasure but also words of submission to his dominant will. His rough hands on her hips guided their rhythm as he took what was his, claiming her body for his own satisfaction.

She arched her back in response, meeting every stroke with equal force and fervor. Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath them as she tried to find purchase against the building pressure within her. Her cries were ragged and desperate, echoing around the room as they moved together toward their shared climax.

Finally, her body tensed and shuddered violently as waves of pleasure consumed her. With a hoarse cry, she collapsed against him, spent and satisfied in every way imaginable.

In the afterglow, Alexander withdrew from her

Breathing heavily and still feeling his weight on top of her, Sara tried to focus on the feelings coursing through her body. Alexander's heavy chest rose and fell with each ragged breath as he caught his own. She could feel the aftermath of their passion pooling between them, a testament to how thoroughly they had been connected. For now, she would bask in the satisfaction of knowing that she belonged to him completely - body and soul.

Her fingers trailed lightly up and down his sweat-dampened back, tracing every ridge and valley before coming to rest on his shoulders. "Thank you," she whispered softly into the quiet room, her voice hoarse from exertion. "For claiming me as yours." There was no shame in those words; only gratitude for being accepted as part of something greater than herself.