In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. She was a vision of loveliness, her long, flowing chestnut hair cascading down her back, her petite frame wrapped in a simple hospital gown that did little to hide her small, perky breasts. She had been visiting a friend, but as she wandered the halls, she found herself lost in thought.
It was then that she heard a soft moan coming from one of the rooms. Curiosity piqued, Isabella peered inside to find a man, lying on the bed, his muscular chest bare and glistening with sweat. His name was Ethan, a doctor at the hospital, and he was writhing in pleasure, his hand buried beneath the sheets.
Isabella’s heart raced as she watched him, her breath hitching in her throat. She had never seen a man like this before, so unabashedly sexual and free. She felt a heat building between her legs, a throbbing ache that she couldn’t ignore.
