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While silent shallow breathes exited her lungs.

Sea-blue eyes glanced up into the morning blue clear sky.

Thoughts of where the summer had gone trace through her mind,

As signs of fall slipping into the landscape were confronting her sight

Untied apron string went unnoticed until she felt his warm breath softly blowing on her neck.

A soft kiss on the nape of her neck enticed goosebumps to flow across her bare arms' flesh.

Docile moan escape past parted lips as firm grasping fingers encased her breast between them as he pulled her tall slim curvy body into his bare chest.

The familiar, rigid membrane throbbing between the deep cleavage of her buttocks was pushing hard against her backside, as a freehand roamed across the front of her bare thigh.

Her voice moaned from the intensely pleasurable sensation when his uncased hardness pressed deeper between her exposed butt cheeks.

Gently he leaned her upper body forward against the kitchen windowsill.

Her lungs audibly gasped as he placed his hardened staff head on the moist opening of her vulva, then plunged it instantly forward.

Her knees gave way as his staff's bulbous head quickly pushed down the center of the soft pink flesh hidden between her thick firm thighs.

Voices moaned in unison as her walls collapse around his deep throbbing shaft, then tugged on its outspread length.

               

Her mind was no longer on the upcoming change of the season.

But on how after ten years of marriage, she still couldn't boil cold water.

Yet she knew how to please her husband breakfast appetite, by serving him a plate full of what she named, hot you-unwrap naked wife espresso topped with all the toppings you can handle.

  

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