In the heart of the kitchen, a woman with long, flowing hair and perfect, firm breasts stood naked. Her name was Isabella, a 28-year-old Italian beauty with a fiery spirit to match her raven locks. She had just finished washing the dishes, her toned body glistening with droplets of water.
As she reached up to place a plate in the overhead cabinet, she felt a pair of strong hands wrap around her waist. Startled, she turned to see the source of this unexpected touch. It was Luca, her husband of five years, a ruggedly handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a muscular build. His eyes trailed down her body, taking in every curve and contour.
“Luca,” Isabella whispered, her voice husky with desire. “What are you doing?”
Luca leaned in, pressing his lips to Isabella’s ear. “I couldn’t resist you any longer,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”
Isabella shivered as Luca’s breath tickled her ear. She turned to face him, their eyes locking as Luca’s hands began to explore her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. Isabella moaned, her head falling back as Luca’s lips found her neck.
Luca’s hands continued to roam, tracing a path down Isabella’s stomach and stopping at the apex of her thighs. He gently parted her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. Isabella gasped as Luca began to circle her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Luca, please,” Isabella begged, her voice trembling.
Luca didn’t need any further encouragement. He dropped to his knees, his mouth replacing his fingers. Isabella cried out as Luca’s tongue delved into her, his fingers probing her entrance. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer as he brought her to the brink of orgasm.
But Luca wasn’t done yet. He stood, his hands gripping Isabella’s hips as he positioned her on the kitchen counter. He entered her in one swift thrust, their bodies slapping together as they found their rhythm. Isabella wrapped her legs around Luca’s waist, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper.
Luca’s thrusts became more urgent, his balls slapping against Isabella’s ass as he drove into her. Isabella’s moans filled the kitchen, her nails digging into Luca’s back as she approached her peak.
“Luca, I’m close,” Isabella gasped, her breath hitching.
Luca’s only response was to thrust harder, his fingers finding Isabella’s clit once again. It was all she needed. Isabella’s orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking as she cried out Luca’s name. Luca followed soon after, his own release triggering another wave of pleasure for Isabella.
As they came down from their high, Luca pulled out of Isabella, his seed spilling onto the kitchen floor. He helped her off the counter, their bodies still entwined as they caught their breath.
“I love you, Isabella,” Luca whispered, his forehead resting against hers.
“I love you too, Luca,” Isabella replied, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
And with that, they went back to their lives, their love for each other stronger than ever.
