In the heart of the kitchen, a woman named Isabella with long, flowing hair was preparing a meal. Her curvaceous figure was on full display, as she was nude, save for the apron tied around her waist. Her most striking feature, however, were her perfect, round breasts. They were large and firm, with dark nipples that were already hard with arousal.
As she chopped vegetables and sautéed onions, she couldn’t help but think about the man who would be joining her for dinner. His name was Ethan, and he was a tall, handsome man with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. Isabella had been lusting after him for weeks, and she had finally invited him over for a home-cooked meal.
As she set the table and lit the candles, she heard the front door open and close. Her heart raced with anticipation as she heard Ethan’s footsteps approaching the kitchen. She turned to greet him, and her breath caught in her throat as she took in his appearance. He was wearing a fitted suit, and his broad shoulders and muscular chest were clearly visible through the fabric.
“Hi, Ethan,” Isabella said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Hi, Isabella,” Ethan said, his gaze sweeping over her naked body. “You look incredible.”
Isabella blushed at the compliment, her nipples hardening even more. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to wait much longer to have Ethan inside of her.
They sat down at the table and began to eat, but it wasn’t long before the sexual tension between them became too much to bear. Ethan reached across the table and took Isabella’s hand, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her palm.
“I want you, Isabella,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat. She had been hoping for this moment all night.
“I want you too, Ethan,” she said, her voice trembling with desire.
Ethan stood up from the table and pulled Isabella to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Isabella could feel Ethan’s hard cock pressing against her stomach, and she moaned with pleasure.
Ethan’s hands roamed over Isabella’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Isabella gasped with pleasure, her hips grinding against Ethan’s. She could feel the wetness coating her thighs, and she knew that she needed Ethan inside of her right now.
Ethan picked Isabella up and carried her to the kitchen counter, laying her down on her back. He spread her legs wide and knelt between them, his face buried in her wet pussy. Isabella moaned as she felt Ethan’s tongue dart out, licking her clit in long, slow strokes.
Ethan’s fingers joined in, sliding in and out of Isabella’s wet pussy as his tongue continued to work its magic on her clit. Isabella’s hips bucked off the counter, her orgasm building inside of her.
“Oh, fuck, Ethan!” Isabella cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around Ethan’s fingers.
Ethan stood up and positioned his cock at Isabella’s entrance. He thrust inside of her, filling her to the hilt. Isabella moaned as she felt Ethan’s cock stretching her, her pussy gripping him tightly.
Ethan began to thrust in and out of Isabella, their hips meeting in a rapid rhythm. Isabella’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and aching. She reached up and pinched them, her orgasm building inside of her once again.
Ethan’s thrusts became more erratic, his cock swelling inside of Isabella. She could feel his orgasm building, and she squeezed her pussy around him, milking his cock.
“Fuck, Isabella!” Ethan cried out as he came, his hot cum filling Isabella’s pussy.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies slick with sweat. Isabella traced her fingers over Ethan’s chest, her heart still racing with pleasure.
“That was incredible,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, it was,” Ethan said, his arms wrapped around Isabella. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
Isabella smiled, her heart filled with happiness. She knew that this was the start of something special.
