In the heart of the kitchen, a woman named Isabella stood, her long hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. She was nude, her perfect breasts on display, the rosy peaks of her nipples erect with arousal. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun, casting long shadows across the tiled floor.
Isabella’s husband, Antonio, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He felt his cock stir in his pants, already hard with desire. He approached her slowly, his gaze locked on hers. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.
“Isabella,” he whispered, his voice husky with want.
She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “Antonio,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring and tasting. She met his kiss eagerly, her hands roaming over his chest.
Their kiss deepened, growing more and more heated. Antonio’s hands wandered down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her close. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and she moaned into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He nibbled and licked, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. He reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
Isabella gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Antonio’s hand drifted down her body, finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added a second finger, fucking her slowly. She was so wet, so ready for him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock.
He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight heat surrounding him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He began to thrust, each stroke harder and deeper than the last.
Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Isabella’s nails dug into his back, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
Antonio felt his climax building, his balls tightening. He reached between them, finding Isabella’s clit. He rubbed it in slow circles, feeling her muscles clench around him.
She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and sweating.
They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Antonio slowly pulled out of her, eliciting a small moan from Isabella.
He looked down at her, a small smile on his lips. “I love you, Isabella,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Antonio,” she replied, her eyes shining with love and desire.
And with that, they started their evening, their love for each other stronger than ever.
