In the heart of the kitchen, a woman with long, flowing hair and a perfect, nude body stood in front of the counter. Her name was Isabella, a woman of 28 with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her back, framing her face and her perfect, perky breasts.
Isabella had been preparing dinner for herself when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find her neighbor, a handsome man named Ethan, standing at her doorstep. He was in his late twenties, with piercing blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a muscular build.
Ethan’s gaze immediately fell upon Isabella’s perfect, bare breasts, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. “I’m sorry to bother you, Isabella,” he said, trying to regain his composure, “but I was wondering if you had any salt I could borrow. I seem to have run out.”
Isabella smiled, and gestured for him to come inside. “Of course, Ethan,” she said, leading him into the kitchen. “I have some right here.”
As she reached up to the top shelf to grab the salt, Ethan couldn’t help but stare at her perfect, round ass. He felt his cock begin to stir in his pants as he imagined what it would be like to take her from behind.
Isabella turned around and caught Ethan staring at her. She smiled slyly, and reached out to touch his growing bulge. “Looks like you’re in need of something more than just salt,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.
Ethan’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He couldn’t believe it. He had fantasized about Isabella for months, but never thought it would actually happen.
