In the heart of the kitchen, a woman named Isabella stood, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading down her back. She was stunning, with a slender figure and a captivating smile. Her most prominent feature, however, were her perfect breasts, firm and round, with nipples that stood at attention. She was nude, save for the apron she wore, which did little to conceal her beauty.
The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. The kitchen counters were polished to a high shine, and the scent of vanilla and sugar lingered in the air. Isabella was baking, her hands covered in dough as she worked to create the perfect pastry.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and Isabella looked up as a man walked into the room. His name was Ethan, a tall, dark and handsome man with piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a suit, his tie loosened and his hair slightly disheveled.
“Good evening, Isabella,” Ethan said, his voice deep and smooth.
“Ethan,” Isabella replied, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I didn’t expect you so soon.”
Ethan walked closer, his eyes locked on Isabella’s. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Isabella’s breath hitched as Ethan leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened as their tongues danced together. Ethan’s hands roamed over Isabella’s body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
Isabella moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in Ethan’s hair. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she couldn’t help but grind against him.
Ethan broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Isabella’s neck. He nibbled and licked at her sensitive skin, causing Isabella to shiver with pleasure. His hands continued to explore her body, and Isabella could feel herself growing wetter by the second.
Ethan’s fingers found her opening, and he slipped one, then two, inside her. Isabella moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
“You’re so wet,” Ethan said, his voice filled with desire.
Isabella could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps. Ethan continued to finger her, his thumb pressing against her clit. Isabella’s orgasm built quickly, and she cried out as she came, her juices coating Ethan’s fingers.
Ethan lifted Isabella onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. He leaned in, his tongue replacing his fingers. Isabella moaned as Ethan licked and sucked at her clit, her hips grinding against his face.
Ethan stood, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at Isabella’s entrance, and with one thrust, he was inside her. Isabella cried out, her nails digging into Ethan’s back as he began to move.
Their rhythm was fast and urgent, their bodies slapping together as they chased their release. Ethan reached down, his thumb finding Isabella’s clit once again. Isabella moaned, her orgasm building once more.
With one final thrust, Ethan came, his warm seed filling Isabella. She followed soon after, her muscles clenching around Ethan’s cock as she came.
Ethan pulled out, his cock still hard. Isabella looked up at him, a sly smile on her lips.
“Again?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
Ethan grinned, his eyes filled with lust.
“Again,” he said, and he lifted Isabella off the counter, carrying her to the bedroom.
