In the spacious kitchen of a luxurious Manhattan penthouse, a woman named Isabella stood at the counter, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She was in the midst of preparing a romantic dinner for two, clad in nothing but a sultry smile and a pair of stiletto heels. The soft overhead lighting illuminated her perfect 36D breasts, their rosy peaks standing at attention in the cool air.
As she chopped vegetables and sipped a glass of chilled champagne, the front door clicked open, revealing her lover, Jack, a wealthy businessman with a roguish grin. He paused in the doorway, his gaze raking over Isabella’s nude form with unabashed desire.
“Good evening, my goddess,” he murmured, stepping closer to press a tender kiss to her lips.
Isabella’s nipples hardened under his gaze, and she felt a sudden dampness between her legs. She set down her knife and wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, deepening their kiss as their tongues danced together.
As they broke apart for air, Jack trailed his lips down Isabella’s neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin just below her ear. She shivered with pleasure, her fingers tangling in his thick black hair as he made his way to her breasts.
He cupped them in his hands, teasing the nipples with his thumbs until they were tight and aching. Isabella moaned, her head falling back as Jack took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking at the tender flesh.
“Jack, oh god, yes,” she gasped, her hips grinding against his as the sensation sent waves of pleasure straight to her core.
Jack’s hands roamed over Isabella’s body, caressing her curves and teasing her aching pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, testing her wetness, and found her drenched and ready for him.
With a low growl, he lifted Isabella onto the counter, spreading her legs wide and positioning himself between them. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Isabella.
“Please, Jack, I need you inside me,” she begged, her voice husky with desire.
