I woke up to the smell of bacon and to find my wife gone from the bed. Not bothering to hide my morning stiffy, I walked to the kitchen where I found my sexy wife preparing my favorite breakfast – bacon, eggs, and toast. I hugged her from the back as she fried the bacon. She twisted back and kissed me on the lips.
I made coffee and sat at the breakfast counter, watching her cook. Her ok tits heaved slowly as she breathed. She didn’t have a bra on, so her nipples would surely brush against the soft material of her terry robe.
When she was done cooking the bacon, the toast popped out. Arranging the food items on a plate, she placed them in front of me while she also prepared one for herself. Still, naughty boy that I am, I didn’t take my eyes off her ok tits. Instead, I reached across the narrow table to squeeze those creamy globes. The nipples of her pointed tits tickled my palm. I slowly squeezed them, taking care to pinch her nipples in a way that wouldn’t hurt her but make her pussy wet.
The breakfast forgotten now, I moved to her and pulled the robe off. Her tattooed tits looked gorgeous so I kissed them slowly, licking the nipples. With the robe gone, I was free to reach between her legs and play with her cunt while I continued to suckle on her.
“Our breakfast will be cold, honey,” she protested.
“Then, forget about that breakfast. I’d have your ok tits for breakfast, honey,” I replied.
I began kissing those tattooed tits, nibbling on her hard nipples. I know that moisture was already pooling between her legs but I didn’t touch her there. I continued to making love to her breasts, placing little bite and kiss marks round it. From time to time I would flick her nipples with my tongue. She reached between her legs and worked her fingers furiously on her clitoris.
