Sunday morning

Anthony stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. He didn’t feel cold after the warmth of the bed.

– I’m glad you’ve woken up. Good morning, honey! – Lena said slicing a cucumber. – I’m cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry?

Anthony’ thoughts were far from breakfast. Lena turned back and saw his huge erection. She smiled but said nothing. He came up, embraced her and pressed his hot penis to her short dressing gown.

– Darling, why don’t we fuck for a while?

His hands were working under the dressing gown already. The two boobs were squeezed tightly by the man’s palms and his lips touched Lena’s neck. He began caressing her, making her feel aroused.

– Stop it, honey… – She objected but didn’t resist her husband’s caress. – The pastry is almost ready. I wanna bake a cherry pie for you. Just a few minutes and I’ll join you. I’ll be soon.

She pushed him away tenderly and removed his hands from her breasts. Anthony wasn’t going to stop. His cock wanted attention.

He approached to his wife from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist making an attempt to incline her to sex one more time. A hard cock set right between her buttocks and pressed to the crotch.