The air hummed with the heat of summer as Clara lingered in her kitchen, stirring vanilla beans into a pot of coffee. Her round breasts strained against silk, their weight drawing his gaze without shame. She caught him watching and smirked, sliding a finger along the edge of the counter—a slow, deliberate motion that hinted at what lay beneath.
“You’re here early,” she said softly, stepping closer to brush his shoulder. Her perfume smelled like jasmine, sweet and ripe. His pulse quickened as her hand slipped into his shirt pocket, warm fingers brushing the dip between his ribs before pulling away. Neither spoke of their friend’s absence—they needed no words.
“Turn around,” he demanded roughly later, gripping her hips when she knelt in front of him. Clara spread her legs wider on all fours without hesitation, offering herself to be devoured. His hard and swollen penis swelled against the fabric straining between them before his friend’s wife lowered her lips to taste it fully. She swallowed eagerly, fingers spreading his buttocks to press a thumb against the seam of his crease as she sucked deeper.
Her own slick heat pressed against his palm when he reached beneath her skirt. Clara moaned louder, thrusting back as his finger slid into her pussy then twisted inside her ass, stretching both holes open wide enough for him to taste later. The sound of his breathing grew ragged as he fingered her tight channel while she sucked him harder—her cheeks hollowing with the force until she choked herself swallowing every drop.
“More,” Clara pleaded when he pulled back, her shaved pussy glistening under the kitchen light. “Please.” She spread her legs wider still, arching toward him like prey begging for a bite. His finger dipped between her folds again while his lips found hers, the kiss urgent now with need burning past restraint.
Clara arched against him later as he plunged two fingers into her soaked cunt simultaneously. Her ass clenched desperately around him when she gasped, the sound mixing with their ragged breaths filling the room. She cried out again, nails digging into his shoulders as his tongue speared between her lips to lap up the cream flooding from her quivering slit.
“Look at your pussy,” he groaned against her throat, gripping her hips to spread them wider still. Clara did—her eyes widening as she watched herself open under his thrusting fingers, her shaved slit gleaming wet and pink between his hands. Her ass cheeks trembled when he kissed the dimple above one cheek before biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
“Oh god,” Clara whimpered as his tongue lashed against her clitoris violently now. She bucked wildly into his mouth, her body trembling with the force of her first climax as his fingers drilled deep inside her ass. He growled low in his throat before biting down harder on her thigh to muffle the noise.
“Cum,” he ordered hoarsely when she collapsed back against him later. Clara’s eyes flicked up, dark and dazed with pleasure. She nodded eagerly, already spreading wider as his fingers dipped between her thighs again—this time pressing one into her ass while another circled her clit relentlessly until her entire body shuddered violently.
His friend’s wife arched higher when he buried his face deeper between her legs, sucking desperately to taste the flood of cream shooting over his tongue. Her moans grew louder now—animalistic and raw—as she climaxed again with another scream tearing from her throat. Clara collapsed against him finally, trembling as they both fell silent.