In the heart of the kitchen, a woman named Isabella stood, completely nude. Her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her back, the loose strands teasing the curves of her perfectly round ass. Her perky breasts, adorned with small, rosy nipples, stood at attention, the perfect view for any admirer.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light peeking through the cracks of the closed blinds. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes filled the air, adding to the sensual ambiance.
Across the room, a man named Ethan watched her from afar. His gaze was fixated on her every move, his heart racing with excitement. He had been admiring her for quite some time, but never had the courage to approach her.
But today was different.
Ethan slowly approached Isabella, his eyes never leaving her body. He could feel his cock growing harder with every step he took. When he finally reached her, he gently placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him.
Isabella looked up at him, her hazel eyes sparkling with desire. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the bulge in his pants pressing against her. She knew what was about to happen, and she couldn’t wait any longer.
