In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella wandered. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, the only source of warmth in the cold, clinical environment. She had come to visit her husband, who had been in a terrible accident and was now confined to a hospital bed.
Isabella was a woman of small stature, with perky, petite breasts that bounced gently with each step she took. She was naked, having shed her clothes in a fit of passion before entering the hospital. She didn’t care who saw her, she needed to feel alive, to feel something other than the crushing weight of worry and sadness that had been consuming her since the accident.
As she made her way to her husband’s room, she passed by a window that looked out onto the city below. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over the buildings and streets. Isabella paused for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scene before her. She felt a stirring in her loins, a hunger that she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She continued on her way, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. When she reached her husband’s room, she found him asleep, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. She approached the bed, her heart heavy with concern.
But then, she saw it – the bulge in his hospital gown. He was aroused, despite his injuries. Isabella felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She reached out, gently touching the bulge with her fingertips. Her husband stirred, his eyes fluttering open.
“Isabella,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse.
“Yes, it’s me,” she said, her voice soft and sultry. She leaned over the bed, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed him deeply. He responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to caress her body.
Isabella pulled back the hospital gown, revealing her husband’s hard, throbbing cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it gently as she kissed him. He moaned with pleasure, his hips bucking up to meet her touch.
Isabella climbed onto the bed, straddling her husband’s hips. She guided his cock inside her, feeling it fill her up and stretch her wide. She began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. He groaned with pleasure, his hands reaching up to caress her breasts.
Isabella leaned down, her long hair brushing against her husband’s chest as she kissed him. She moved her hips faster, grinding down against him as she took him deeper inside her. She could feel herself getting close, the pleasure building up inside her.
Suddenly, she came, her orgasm ripping through her body like a wildfire. She cried out, her voice echoing through the hospital room. Her husband followed soon after, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his seed.
They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.
“I love you,” Isabella whispered, her lips brushing against her husband’s ear.
“I love you too,” he replied, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies spent and satisfied. The night had been long, but the love they shared had been worth it.
