Hot Housewife Lukerya. Morning Starts in Bed.

The older woman imagines the creak of the door, the echoing footsteps on the carpet, and him stopping by the bed without a word. His hands are large, rough-fingered, yet gentle as he touches her shoulder. Lukerya bites her lower lip, her breathing quickening. Under her shirt, her nipples become hard as beads, and she runs her hand higher, over her stomach, feeling goosebumps run across her skin. Her legs spread slightly, her hips lift, parting the folds of the bedspread. In her imagination, he leans down, his lips touching her neck—first a light, almost weightless kiss, then deeper, with a moist warmth. His tongue slides over her skin, finding a sensitive spot at the base of her neck, and she shudders, her fingers clutching the sheets. She imagines his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently but firmly, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples, causing her back to arch. Her hand slides lower, under the hem of her shirt, and she finds the wet warmth between her legs.