It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in their small suburban apartment. The kitchen still smelled like the scrambled eggs and toast they’d had for a late breakfast. Dishes were piled in the sink, and the TV in the living room was droning on with some random sports replay that nobody was really watching.
Sarah, a cute blonde in her late twenties with messy shoulder-length hair and black-rimmed glasses, stood at the counter in an old oversized t-shirt and tiny cotton shorts. She was rinsing a couple of plates when her husband Michael walked in from the bedroom, wearing just gray sweatpants and no shirt. His hair was still tousled from the nap he’d taken earlier.
“Hey babe, you almost done?” Michael asked, stepping up behind her and sliding his hands around her waist.
Sarah smiled without turning around. “Almost. Why, you got plans?”
He pressed against her, letting her feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants. “Yeah… something like that.”
She laughed softly and pushed her ass back against him playfully. “You’re always horny after a nap.”
Michael’s hands moved up under her t-shirt, cupping her bare tits. Her nipples hardened instantly under his palms. “Can’t help it when you walk around looking like this.”
Sarah turned off the water and dried her hands on a towel. She spun around to face him, leaning back against the counter. Her glasses sat a little crooked on her nose, and she had that familiar mischievous look in her eyes.
Without saying much more, she dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor. The tile was cool under her bare legs. Michael pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down just enough to free his thick cock. It sprang out heavy and already half-hard.
“Damn,” Sarah whispered, wrapping her fingers around the base. She gave it a few slow strokes, feeling it swell fully in her grip. “This big cock never gets old.”
She leaned in and licked the underside from balls to tip, her tongue flat and wet. Michael groaned and put one hand on the counter for balance. The TV noise continued in the background, and they could hear a neighbor’s dog barking outside — the usual sounds of their everyday life.
Sarah opened her mouth and took the head between her lips, sucking gently at first. She bobbed her head slowly, taking more of him each time. Her hand worked the shaft in steady rhythm, twisting a little on the upstroke just the way he liked.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Michael muttered, looking down at her. Her glasses fogged slightly from her breath. Strands of blonde hair fell across her face as she worked.
She pulled off for a second, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “You like that, baby?”
“Yeah… keep going.”
Sarah dove back in, sucking harder now. Wet, slurping sounds filled the small kitchen. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she pushed more of his big cock into her mouth. Her hand pumped the part she couldn’t fit, slick with her saliva.
Michael’s hips started to move a little, gently fucking her mouth. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him twitch. Drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her t-shirt.
She switched techniques, focusing more on the head while her hand stroked fast along the shaft. Her grip was firm and confident — years of knowing exactly what got him going.
“Shit, Sarah… you’re gonna make me cum quick if you keep that up.”
She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips shiny and swollen. “Good. I want your load.”
Then she went back to it with renewed energy — sloppy, eager, and noisy. Her head moved faster, hand twisting and pumping. Michael’s breathing got heavier. He gripped the edge of the counter tighter.
Sarah looked up at him through her glasses, eyes watering a bit from the depth but full of that hungry look. She loved this part — feeling him lose control.
“I’m close,” he warned, voice strained.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she kept sucking the head while her hand jerked him fast and tight. Her other hand cupped his balls gently.
Michael groaned loud as the first spurt hit her tongue. Sarah kept stroking through it, milking every drop. Thick ropes of cum filled her mouth. She took it all, some leaking from the corners of her lips as she continued the handjob until he was completely spent.
Finally she slowed down, giving the sensitive head a few soft kisses and licks to clean him up. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, cum still visible on her tongue before she swallowed.
“God damn,” Michael breathed out, pulling his sweatpants back up.
Sarah stood up, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She adjusted her glasses and grinned. “Better than finishing those dishes, right?”
He laughed and pulled her in for a quick kiss. “Way better. Now go finish the dishes before the game comes back on.”
She rolled her eyes playfully and turned back to the sink, her t-shirt now sporting a couple of wet spots from drool. The kitchen smelled like sex mixed with leftover breakfast. Just another normal afternoon at home.

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