In the heart of the kitchen, a woman with long, lustrous hair stood naked, her perfect boobs on display. Her name was Isabella, a woman of Italian descent who had recently turned 25. She had been preparing dinner for her lover, Marco, who was due to arrive any moment.
Isabella’s heart raced as she heard the front door open and shut. She knew Marco was home, and she couldn’t wait to feel his touch. She heard him make his way to the kitchen, and when he entered, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Isabella, you look stunning,” Marco said, his eyes taking in her naked form.
Isabella smiled, her heart fluttering. “I’m glad you like what you see,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Marco approached her, his eyes never leaving her perfect boobs. He reached out and cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Isabella gasped at the contact, her body already responding to his touch.
Marco leaned in and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. Isabella responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck. They stood there, kissing passionately, their bodies pressed together.
Marco’s hands began to wander, caressing Isabella’s body. He trailed his fingers down her sides, making her shiver with anticipation. When he reached her hips, he pulled her closer, grinding his growing erection against her.
Isabella moaned, her body on fire with desire. She reached down and stroked Marco’s cock through his pants, feeling it grow harder under her touch.
