In the heart of a cozy home, a woman named Isabella stood in the kitchen, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. She was completely nude, her perfect boobs on display. The room was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods, but her mind was focused on something else entirely.
Isabella had always been a woman of passion, and today was no different. She had been thinking about her husband, Marco, all morning. She couldn’t wait to feel his touch, to have him inside her. She knew he would be home soon, and she wanted to be ready for him.
As she waited, she ran her fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden at the thought of Marco. She let out a soft moan, her body already responding to the mere thought of him. She closed her eyes and imagined him standing behind her, his hands on her hips, his lips on her neck.
Just as she was getting lost in her fantasy, she heard the front door open. Marco was home. She took a deep breath and turned to face him, her body on display for him.
Marco’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his wife, standing there in all her glory. He felt his cock harden in an instant. He walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You look incredible,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
Isabella smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I was hoping you would say that,” she replied, her voice low and seductive.
Marco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest, and he knew she was ready for him.
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting his, her body pressed against his.
Marco’s hands began to wander, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples. Isabella moaned, her body responding to his touch.
