In the heart of the kitchen, a woman named Isabella stood, her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. She wore nothing but a silken robe, the cool air of the room causing her nipples to stiffen beneath the fabric. The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the moon outside, casting an ethereal glow upon her perfect, ample breasts.
She had been preparing a late-night snack for herself, but her thoughts were far from the meal. Her mind wandered to the man she had been seeing, his chiseled jawline, and his piercing blue eyes. She felt a deep longing in her core, her body yearning for his touch.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear him enter the room. He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pressing his lips to her neck. She let out a soft sigh, her body melting into his embrace.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear.
She turned around, her eyes meeting his. She reached up, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips. He leaned into her touch, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. She let out a soft moan, her body already aching for more.
He slipped his hand inside her robe, his fingers finding her nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, teasing her. She arched her back, pressing her breast further into his hand. He took the cue, lowering his mouth to her nipple, sucking it between his lips.
She let out a gasp, her hands finding their way into his hair. He continued to tease her, his fingers tracing a path down her stomach, stopping just above her mound.
