In the heart of a modern kitchen, a woman with long, flowing hair and perfect, firm breasts stood naked. Her name was Isabella, a 28-year-old woman with a radiant smile and sparkling blue eyes. She had just finished washing the dishes, the water droplets still glistening on her soft skin.
As she reached up to place the last plate in the cupboard, she felt a pair of strong hands on her hips. She gasped, turning around to come face-to-face with her husband, Ethan. Ethan was a tall, muscular man with dark hair and piercing green eyes. He wore only a pair of low-slung jeans, his toned abs on full display.
Ethan pulled Isabella close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her hard nipples. Isabella moaned, her body responding to his touch.
Ethan trailed kisses down Isabella’s neck, his lips finding her earlobe and nibbling gently. Isabella’s breath hitched as he made his way to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
Isabella ran her fingers through Ethan’s hair, pulling him closer as he switched to her other breast. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy growing wet with desire.
Ethan’s hand found its way between Isabella’s legs, his fingers sliding easily into her wet folds. Isabella cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as he began to stroke her clit.
“Do you want me, Isabella?” Ethan whispered in her ear, his fingers still working their magic.
“Yes, oh yes,” Isabella gasped, her body trembling with need.
Ethan picked Isabella up, setting her on the kitchen counter. He spread her legs wide, his tongue finding her clit and licking slowly. Isabella moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as Ethan licked and sucked her to the brink of orgasm.
“Ethan, please,” Isabella begged, her hips grinding against his face.
