In the heart of the city, there was a woman named Isabella. She was a sight to behold with her long, flowing hair cascading down her back and her perfect, firm breasts. She stood in her kitchen, completely nude, feeling the cool air against her skin.
She had just finished a long day at work and decided to treat herself to a glass of wine. As she poured herself a drink, she felt a stirring in her loins. She had been feeling lonely lately, and the thought of having a warm body next to hers was too enticing to resist.
She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She imagined a man, strong and powerful, taking her right there on the kitchen counter. She felt a flush of heat rising to her cheeks as she thought about his hands on her body, his lips on hers.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find a man standing there, his eyes wide with desire. He was tall and muscular, with a rugged jawline and piercing blue eyes.
“I couldn’t help but notice you standing there, so beautiful and vulnerable,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His hands were on her in an instant, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned with pleasure as he kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a path down to her collarbone.
She reached down, feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants. She wanted it inside her, filling her up.
