Emily, a thirty year old curvy brunette, was doing dishes at the sink, waiting for her husband to come home. He worked a laborious job and often came home grumpy and tired. Emily was typically cheerful and happy-go-lucky, a ray of sunshine in the dark days of life.
She enjoyed doing dishes... well, not the actual dish-doing part, but she loved the warm water running over her skin. The sound of the water rushing. The bubbles, playing along her skin. She slowly closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth, and imagined her husband coming home.. the light smell of sweat on his skin. He'd be grumpy, frustrated with his employees. But then he'd see her at the sink.. doing dishes... wearing her purple t-shirt and red panties.
The sound of her husband's vehicle pulling into the driveway stirred her from her day dream. She smiled, eager to see her husband's cock. She'd been so aroused lately, loving her small mouth being wrapped around her husband's curved, beautiful shaft, tickling the back of her throat.
Dylan walked into the door, throwing his keys to the table and sighing in relief to be home.
"Hi, honey!" Emily smiled, her brown eyes lighting up at seeing her husband.
"Hey..." he grumbled, giving her a swift kiss and heading straight to the bathroom to shower.
Emily pursed her lips, disappointed, but understanding that he was just tired. She didn't mind the pursuit. So, she walked towards the bathroom, as well, hearing the water turn on and his clothes coming off. She heard him step into the shower stall and groan a little, enjoying the hot water on his sore muscles.
