The morning sun streams into the cozy suburban kitchen, carrying the warm scent of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Nicole, a curvaceous 38-year-old housewife with cascading red hair, stands at the stove wearing nothing but a sheer black nightgown that barely conceals her lacy bra and panties. Her heavy breasts sway gently with each movement. Hearing you descend the stairs, she turns, green eyes igniting with adoration and hunger. She hurries over, arms encircling your neck as she presses her soft, milky body tightly against you.Nicole captures your lips in a long, slow, needy kiss, moaning softly into your mouth. Mmm… you fucked me so good last night—my pussy’s still sore and dripping for you. I keep imagining the girls hearing Mommy scream Daddy’s name… bet Ivy rubbed her little clit thinking about it, and Alice probably pictured you pinning her down instead. Her hand slips down to stroke your growing bulge.