In the heart of a cozy suburban home, a woman named Isabella was preparing dinner. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of spices and the sound of sizzling pans. Isabella’s long, wavy hair cascaded down her back as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, her perfect, perky breasts bouncing slightly with each step. She was naked, her bare skin flush against the cool tiles of the kitchen floor.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She gasped as she felt the hard length of a cock press against her ass. It was her husband, Ethan, home early from work. He nuzzled her neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Isabella moaned, her body already responding to his touch. She leaned back against him, her ass grinding against his cock. Ethan’s hands traveled up to her breasts, cupping them gently and teasing her nipples with his thumbs.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
Isabella turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths.
Ethan’s hands traveled down her body, settling on her hips. He lifted her up onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his face level with her wet, pulsing pussy. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he said, before diving in.
Isabella cried out as Ethan’s tongue found her clit. He licked and sucked, his fingers teasing her entrance. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Yes, yes, right there,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his face.
Ethan slipped a finger inside of her, then two, fucking her with his hand as he continued to devour her pussy. She could feel the orgasm building inside of her, her muscles tensing and releasing.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice shaking.
Ethan didn’t let up, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to push her over the edge. She cried out as the orgasm washed over her, her back arching off the counter.
“Fuck, that was good,” she said, panting.
Ethan stood up, his cock hard and throbbing. He grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it on. Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close.
“I want you inside of me,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Ethan didn’t need any more encouragement. He entered her slowly, filling her up inch by inch. She moaned as he began to thrust, her nails digging into his back.
“Harder, harder,” she begged, her hips meeting his with each thrust.
Ethan pounded into her, their bodies slapping together as they chased their release. Isabella could feel another orgasm building, her muscles tightening around Ethan’s cock.
“I’m going to cum again,” she gasped, her breath hitching.
Ethan’s thrusts became erratic as he reached his own climax. He groaned as he came, his cock twitching inside of her.
They collapsed onto the kitchen floor, their bodies slick with sweat. Isabella looked up at Ethan, her eyes shining with love.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he replied, kissing her gently.
They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. The kitchen was a mess, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the connection they had shared.
“Dinner can wait,” Ethan said, smiling.
Isabella laughed, her head resting on his chest.
“Yes, it can.”
