In the dimly lit boudoir, the air thick with anticipation, Isabella reclined on the chaise lounge, her body adorned in the finest black lingerie. The lace hugged her curves, the sheer fabric barely concealing her desires. Her eyes, smoldering with lust, locked onto the figure of Marcus, who stood at the doorway, his gaze devouring her.
Marcus, a man of thirty-five, had always been captivated by Isabella’s beauty. Tonight, he intended to make her his. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
Isabella’s lips curved into a seductive smile. “And you’re taking too long to touch me,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper.
Marcus closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup her face. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced, exploring, tasting. Isabella moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Breaking the kiss, Marcus trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking, eliciting soft gasps from Isabella. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts through the lace, pinching her nipples until they hardened.
Isabella arched her back, her breath hitching. “More,” she demanded, her voice breathless.
Marcus obliged, his hands slipping under the lace to tease her bare skin. He pinched and rolled her nipples, his lips finding hers again in a hungry kiss. Isabella’s hands fumbled with his belt, her need growing more urgent.
Freeing his cock, she wrapped her hand around its length, stroking it. Marcus groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. He quickly shed his clothes, his body now bare and ready.
He pushed Isabella back onto the chaise, his hands slipping her panties off. He spread her legs, his eyes feasting on her glistening pussy. He leaned in, his tongue lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness. Isabella moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Marcus licked and sucked, his tongue circling her clit, driving her wild. Isabella’s moans grew louder, her hands gripping his hair. “Yes, yes, right there,” she panted.
Marcus slipped a finger inside her, then another, his tongue never stopping its ministrations. Isabella’s body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. “Marcus, oh god, Marcus!” she cried out, her body shuddering.
Marcus stood, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked onto hers. “I want to see you cum again,” he growled, before thrusting into her.
Isabella gasped, her body adjusting to his size. “Yes, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts.
Marcus pounded into her, his hips slapping against hers. Isabella’s moans filled the room, her nails digging into his back. “Harder, harder, yes,” she chanted, her body writhing beneath him.
Marcus obliged, his thrusts growing harder, faster. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing. “I’m close,” he grunted, his hips bucking wildly.
Isabella wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Cum for me, Marcus. Cum on me,” she demanded, her voice breathless.
Marcus pulled out, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto Isabella’s body, coating her lingerie. Isabella moaned, her fingers spreading his cum over her skin. “Mmm, yes,” she purred, her eyes locked onto his.
Marcus collapsed beside her, his body spent. Isabella turned to him, her lips capturing his in a soft kiss. “That was incredible,” she murmured, her voice a soft whisper.
Marcus smiled, his hand cupping her face. “It was,” he agreed, his eyes never leaving hers.
