Sex Story : Sex In The Kitchen

“You gonna last until Monday night?” I said teasingly to my husband as I washed dishes at the kitchen sink. We try to make Monday nights our s3x night no matter what, as Kelly works the graveyard shift, and Mondays are one of his nights off.He walked into the kitchen and embraced me from behind. “Eh, yeah, you know. I’ll take it anytime.” He looked very masculine in his dark uniform, strong and s3xy. There’s just something about my man in a uniform.
He was massaging my shoulders and neck so slowly and deeply, just the way he knows I love. Occasionally one of his hands would move down to my hip and rub into it. His kitchen massages turn me on so much his strong body pressed into the back of mine as I wash dishes. Something almost therapeutic about it for me.

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