In the quiet town of Larkspur, a woman named Isabella lived alone in a small cottage at the edge of the forest. She was known for her fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and her fiery spirit that matched. One day, a stranger named Ethan came to town, seeking refuge from the road.
Isabella met Ethan at the local tavern, where she worked as a barmaid. She was dressed in a low-cut blouse that revealed her ample cleavage, and a skirt that showed off her slender legs. Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off her, and soon they were engaged in deep conversation.
Ethan was a traveler, a man of the world who had seen many things. Isabella was intrigued by his stories and his charm, and before long, she found herself inviting him back to her cottage.
As they walked through the woods, the wind picked up, blowing Isabella’s hair back from her face. She laughed, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. Ethan couldn’t help but be drawn to her, and when they reached the cottage, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
Isabella responded with equal passion, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hardness through his breeches, and she moaned with desire. Ethan’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and cupping her breasts.
Isabella led him to her bedroom, where she quickly shed her clothes. She was wearing a partially see-through bra that barely contained her full breasts, and a pair of lacy panties that left little to the imagination. Ethan’s eyes widened with desire as he took her in.
They fell onto the bed, their bodies entwined. Ethan’s mouth found Isabella’s nipples, teasing them to hard peaks. She moaned with pleasure, her hips grinding against his.
Ethan’s fingers found her wetness, stroking her clit until she was writhing with pleasure. She begged him to enter her, and he obliged, sliding his hard cock into her tight pussy.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Isabella’s moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Ethan’s thrusts grew harder and deeper, until he was pounding into her with abandon.
Isabella cried out with pleasure as she came, her orgasm ripping through her body. Ethan followed soon after, his hot cum filling her to the brim.
They lay together, spent and satisfied. The wind whistled through the trees outside, but inside, all was quiet and still.
As Ethan left the next morning, Isabella watched him go with a smile on her face. She knew that she would never forget their night together, and she looked forward to the next time they would meet.
