Her: 5'7, with long, thick, wavy dark hair: the kind a man can get his fingers tangled in. A strong nose, heavy brows and olive skin. Pink sensual lips. A desire to please. Soft 38D breasts, light brown areolas with small nipples. A generous belly with an hourglass shape, wide hips and a round ass. Insecure. Thick thighs, shapely calves and pretty toes. Desperate. She loves cock, and will do anything to feel him inside of her.
Him: 5'9, short dark hair. Army vet, several tattoos. Built and toned, strong arms. Depraved. A beautiful 8 inch, perfectly pink cock. Narcissistic.
He works at a highly rated restaurant in dc, so she is sure he will be unimpressed with the simple yet delicious baked chicken she is preparing for their supper.
She is freshly showered, wearing his favorite: a thin, worn white tshirt. The v-neck is all stretched out, so sometimes when she leans over a tit pops out, and he can see her nipples through it.
Paired with red, lace trimmed cotton panties and smooth legs, she hopes he will be happy to see her when he gets home.
He walks in the door and sees her standing in the kitchen, his cock twitches at the sight. He walks up behind her and pulls her back into him, kisses her on the neck.
He slides a hand up her shirt and brushes his thumb against one small, hard nipple. She turns around and gives him a light peck on the lips and looks into his eyes.
He is being affectionate, but she can see in his face that he is tense and looking for a fight. She touches his cheek and he pulls away, leaving the kitchen and disrobing as he walks out.
She hears the shower turn on as she pulls a bottle of red down. She's nervous - needs something to take the edge off, knowing the mood he must be in.
She tidys up the kitchen, and the preheat sound goes off just as the shower turns off. She waits a moment.
He is still damp from the shower, dressed in clean boxers. He comes around the corner as she is bent over putting some type of food in the oven and her ass looks delicious. She tries so hard to please, it's sickening.
He walks up behind her and palms her ass, she turns around and hands him a glass of wine. He gulps it down and grabs her towards him, pulling her in by the neck.
She gasps - he really is in a shit mood and she doesn't know what she's done. He kisses her, hard. Not the sweet, intimate kisses they've been known to share. This is a conquering, he is showing her who is in charge.
Her lips are sore from the demands he is making of her mouth, her panties are getting wet anticipating what she is in for.
He lifts her up onto the kitchen counter, and slides one finger over her panty clad slit. It's damp.
She's running her fingers through his hair, her hands slide down over his neck, pressing into his shoulders for a brief massage - they're still kissing, and she tries to reach down to free his cock and love it.
He grabs her wrist to stop her - god, she really is a horny slut. She can't wait to please him, but she'll have to. He reaches up and grabs her hair, forcing her to look up, away from him.
He asks her, "did you play with your pussy today, slut?"
She says, "no, sir."
