In the heart of the kitchen, a woman named Isabella stood, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading down her back. She was nude, with her perfect, round breasts on display. The room was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon.
Isabella had been preparing breakfast for her lover, Marcus, who was still asleep in the other room. She couldn’t help but feel a stirring in her loins as she thought of the passionate encounter they had shared the night before.
As she moved around the kitchen, her breasts bounced gently with each step she took. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered the feel of Marcus’s lips on her nipples, his tongue swirling around them as he sucked and nibbled.
Lost in thought, she didn’t hear Marcus enter the room until he was standing right behind her. She jumped as she felt his arms wrap around her waist, his hard cock pressing against her ass.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
Isabella turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as their bodies pressed close, their hands exploring each other’s curves.
Marcus broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Isabella’s neck as he made his way to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling as Isabella moaned with pleasure.
His hand drifted down her body, finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her slick walls contract around him.
Isabella gasped as he added a second finger, her hips grinding against his hand as she begged for more.
