As the sun sets, the air cools, and the house is bathed in a warm orange glow. John watches his wife, Sarah, glide around the kitchen. Her graceful movements accentuate the curve of her hips and the gentle sway of her breasts. Her hair is loose, falling over her shoulders in soft waves. She's wearing a simple cotton dress that hugs her figure, revealing just enough to tease. He approaches her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. She gasps softly, her body melting against his. He nuzzles her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. He feels her hands slide up his chest, drawing him closer. Their kisses deepen, his hands finding the Hem of her dress, slowly sliding it up her thighs. She moans softly, arching her back, granting him further access.
