On a warm summer night, two lovers found themselves alone in the moonlit garden of a grand manor. The man, a tall and handsome stranger with a charming smile, leaned against a stone fountain. His eyes were fixed upon the woman who stood a few feet away. She was a goddess of darker skin, her curves accentuated by the silken gown that hugged her figure. Her name was Isabella, and she was a woman of unmatched beauty.
Isabella’s eyes sparkled as she playfully twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. She knew the effect she had on him, and she reveled in the power she held over him. Slowly, she began to walk towards him, her hips swaying sensuously with each step. The stranger’s breath hitched as she approached, his eyes never leaving her face.
As she reached him, she traced a finger down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment all night,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
With a growl, he pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a hungry kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting and exploring each other’s mouths. His hands roamed over her body, caressing and kneading her soft flesh.
Isabella’s hands were not idle either. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still. Her nails scraped against his scalp, sending shivers down his spine.
The stranger’s hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, pulling it down with a swift motion. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. He took a step back, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.
Isabella’s breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, her nipples hardening beneath the lace of her bra. She reached behind her back, unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the ground.
The stranger’s eyes were glued to her breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of her dark areolas and hard nipples. He leaned in, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently.
Isabella’s head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close as he worshiped her breasts. After a few moments, he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
Isabella’s hands found their way to his pants, undoing the button and zipper with ease. She reached inside, wrapping her hand around his hard cock. He groaned, his hips instinctively thrusting forward.
Isabella stroked him gently, her fingers exploring every inch of his shaft. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
The stranger’s knees weakened at her words. He nodded, unable to speak. Isabella sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them.
Slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. She opened her mouth, taking him in slowly. The stranger’s head fell back, a low groan escaping his lips.
Isabella’s mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she took him deeper. She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing as she did so. Her hand moved in time with her mouth, stroking the base of his cock.
The stranger’s hands found their way to her head, tangling in her hair as she sucked him off. He thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth gently.
Isabella’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel herself getting close, her clit throbbing with need.
With a final thrust, the stranger came, his cum filling her mouth. Isabella swallowed
