One summer afternoon in Beirut, Lebanon, 25-year-old Nour, a woman with long, messy hair and a playful smile, was preparing lunch in her kitchen. She was wearing a tiny blue bikini, the triangles of fabric barely covering her full breasts and curvy hips. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, strands of hair falling into her face as she chopped vegetables and cooked.
As she was cooking, there was a knock on the door. It was Tarek, her neighbor and best friend since childhood. He was a tall, handsome man with dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but the sight of Nour in her bikini made his heart race.
“Hey, Tarek,” Nour said, her voice dripping with flirtation. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her body.
Nour smiled and turned back to the stove. Tarek couldn’t help but stare at her as she moved around the kitchen, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. He felt his body react as he watched her, his cock growing hard in his pants.
Nour noticed his gaze and turned to face him, a seductive smile on her lips.
“Like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and husky.
Tarek swallowed hard and nodded.
“Come here,” she said, crooking her finger at him.
Tarek obeyed, moving closer to her. Nour reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue snaking out to taste him. Tarek groaned, his hands reaching out to grab her hips.
Nour broke the kiss, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” she said, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the kitchen.
But Tarek had other ideas. He picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. He knelt down and buried his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her clit. Nour moaned, her head falling back as he licked and sucked at her.
Tarek stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his rock-hard cock. He grabbed Nour’s hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter, sliding inside her. Nour wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together as they moved. Nour moaned and screamed, urging him on. Tarek grunted, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her.
They reached their climax together, Nour’s pussy clenching around Tarek’s cock as she came. Tarek followed, filling her with his hot cum.
They collapsed onto the kitchen floor, spent and satisfied. As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Nour looked up at Tarek and smiled.
“I think we need to make cooking more often,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Tarek grinned and kissed her, his hands already reaching for her bikini top.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
