Before her husband comes home, I pleasure her breasts

As the sun casts its golden glow through the window, the tantalizing sight of voluptuous bosoms unfurls before me. I can't resist the allure of these ample treasures, and my hands eagerly explore their soft curves and firm peaks. The woman, a seasoned temptress, revels in the moment, her moans filling the empty void of her marital home. She's a siren in heat, her desires ignited by my skilled touch.Her husband, a distant figure in our erotic dance, is yet to return. The risk only heightens the thrill, fueling our carnal appetites. We're a clandestine couple, our affair a secret flame burning brightly within the confines of her domestic space.Her breasts, a testament to her womanly allure, continue to be my playground. Each touch, each caress, sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Our tryst is a dance of desire and decadence, a symphony of sensuality that leaves us both breathless. Until her husband returns, we'll continue our dance, our passion a tantalizing secret hidden within the four walls of her home.