In the heart of a bustling city, there was a woman named Isabella. She was a vision of beauty, with her raven-black hair cascading down her shoulders and her dark, mysterious eyes. She had a sultry, exotic look that drove men wild.
One night, as she was walking home from work, she noticed a handsome stranger following her. She quickened her pace, but he continued to follow her, his gaze never leaving her. As she reached her apartment building, she turned to confront him, but before she could say a word, he spoke.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Isabella was taken aback. She had never been approached like this before. But there was something about this man that drew her in. She looked into his eyes, and she saw desire, passion, and a hunger that matched her own.
“Would you like to come upstairs?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man nodded, and they made their way up to her apartment. As soon as they were inside, Isabella pressed herself against him, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. He responded with equal fervor, his hands roaming her body.
They moved to the bedroom, their clothes discarded along the way. Isabella lay back on the bed, her dark skin glowing in the soft light. The man knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in every inch of her.
He started with soft kisses, his lips tracing a path from her ankle to her inner thigh. His tongue darted out, tasting her, and Isabella moaned with pleasure. He licked and sucked, his fingers teasing her clit, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Just as she was about to come, he stopped. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“Please,” she begged, her voice husky with need. “I want you inside me.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. He pushed inside her, and Isabella gasped at the feeling of him filling her up.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. He thrust deeper and harder, and Isabella met him stroke for stroke. They were lost in the moment, their moans and gasps the only sounds in the room.
As they climaxed, their orgasms washing over them in waves, they held each other close. They didn’t need to say anything. They both knew that this was the start of something special.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Isabella looked at the man and smiled.
“I’m glad you followed me,” she whispered.
He smiled back. “I’m glad I did too.”
