In the heart of a bustling city, a woman named Isabella lived alone in a sleek apartment. She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, with long, wavy chestnut hair that cascaded down her back and stopping just at the small of her back. Her most striking feature, however, were her perfect, round breasts, each crowned with a delicate pink nipple that hardened at the slightest touch.
One day, as she stood in her kitchen, preparing a meal, she felt a stirring within her. She was dressed in nothing but a sheer robe, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. She had been alone for days, and the solitude had awakened something primal within her.
She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, imagining the touch of a man’s hands on her body. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought of his lips on her nipples, his tongue swirling around them, teasing them into hard peaks.
Lost in her fantasy, she didn’t hear the front door open, nor did she hear the footsteps approaching the kitchen. It was only when she felt a warm breath on her neck that she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw a man standing before her.
His name was Ethan, a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and a rugged jawline. He was Isabella’s neighbor, and he had been unable to resist the siren call of her body.
