In the dimly lit tavern, a man named Hans sat alone in a corner booth, nursing a mug of ale. His eyes were drawn to a woman who had just entered. She was a stunning beauty, with long, flowing hair that cascaded down her back, and an ample bosom that threatened to spill out of her low-cut dress.
The woman, whose name was Isabella, made her way through the tavern, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She locked eyes with Hans, and a slow, sultry smile spread across her face. She made her way over to his booth, and slid in across from him.
“Hello, handsome,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Mind if I join you?”
Hans could only manage a nod, his eyes glued to the tantalizing display of cleavage that Isabella was offering him. She leaned in closer, her hair brushing against his arm.
“I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me,” she said, her breath hot against his ear. “Do you like what you see?”
Hans nodded again, unable to tear his gaze away from her. Isabella’s hand reached out, tracing a line down his chest.
“I thought so,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why don’t we go someplace a little more private, and see where this leads?”
Hans didn’t need any more encouragement. He followed Isabella out of the tavern, his heart pounding in his chest. They made their way to a nearby inn, and rented a room for the night.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Isabella was on him. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Her hands roamed over his body, and he could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest.
Hans’ hands found their way to Isabella’s dress, and he pulled it down, revealing her ample breasts. He cupped them in his hands, and bent down to take a nipple in his mouth. Isabella moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Isabella’s hand found its way to Hans’ crotch, and she rubbed him through his pants. He was already hard, and she chuckled as she felt him.
“Someone’s eager,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
She unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down, freeing his cock. She stroked it gently, her fingers tracing a line up and down the shaft. Hans groaned, his hips thrusting forward.
Isabella sank to her knees, and took Hans’ cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the head. Hans moaned, his fingers tangled in her hair.
After a few minutes of this, Hans couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled Isabella to her feet, and bent her over the bed. He lifted her dress, revealing her bare ass. He could see a patch of dark pubic hair peeking out from between her legs.
