In the heart of the kitchen, a woman with long, flowing hair and a perfect, toned body stood completely naked. Her name was Isabella, a 28-year-old woman with striking green eyes and an insatiable appetite for pleasure. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders as she leaned against the cool marble countertop.
Isabella had been cooking dinner for her lover, Max, when she decided to surprise him with a little treat. She heard the front door open and his footsteps approach the kitchen. She took a deep breath, her heart racing with excitement as she prepared for his arrival.
Max entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to Isabella’s perfect boobs, firm and perky with small, pink nipples that were already hard with anticipation. He couldn’t help but stare, his cock already growing hard in his pants.
“I see you’ve started without me,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Isabella grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I thought you might like a little appetizer before dinner,” she said, running her hand down her stomach and between her legs.
Max crossed the room in two strides, his hands immediately going to Isabella’s hips as he pulled her close. His lips found hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they tasted each other.
Isabella’s hands went to Max’s shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. She ran her hands down his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath her fingertips. She reached for his pants, undoing the button and pulling them down, freeing his hard cock.
Max’s hands went to Isabella’s breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.
Isabella’s hands went to Max’s hair, pulling him closer as she moaned with pleasure. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first. She could feel herself growing wet, her body begging for more.
Max’s hands went lower, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. He teased her clit, causing her to moan even louder. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him.
Isabella’s legs went weak, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, but she wanted more. She pushed Max back, onto the kitchen table.
She climbed on top of him, straddling him as she positioned his cock at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself down, her body stretching to accommodate him. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Max’s hands went to Isabella’s hips, helping her move as he thrust up to meet her. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him deeply.
Isabella could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, her body tensing as she rode Max harder and faster. She could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together, the sound of their moans and sighs filling the room.
Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She threw her head back, her body trembling as she came hard, her juices flowing down Max’s cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer either, his own orgasm crashing over him as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the table, their bodies slick with sweat and completely spent. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
“I think dinner can wait,” Max said, a satisfied smile on his face.
Isabella grinned, her body still tingling with pleasure. “I think you’re right,” she said, snuggling closer to him.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they lost themselves in each other, the kitchen forgotten for the moment.
