I pushed open the kitchen door. She was wearing a tight apron, nothing underneath, her large breasts swaying slightly with her movements, the nipples peeking out. I ripped off the apron, pressed her against the counter, and thrust into her from behind. She bit her lip, but couldn't stop the wanton moans, her pussy gripping my penis tightly, juices flowing down her thighs. I quickened my thrusts, each one hitting the deepest point. She braced herself on the counter, arching her plump buttocks to meet my thrusts, crying out, "Husband, fuck me to death." I grabbed her waist and pounded wildly, finally ejaculating all my hot semen inside her. She trembled all over, the afterglow of her orgasm making the air in the kitchen sticky. She looked back at me, her eyes glazed, saliva still clinging to her lips from being fucked so hard she was in a daze. This clandestine tryst in the kitchen had completely ensnared her in desire.
