In the dimly lit room, a woman named Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. She was topless, her full breasts on display, her nipples hardening in the cool air.
Across from her, a man named Ethan stood, his eyes locked onto Isabella’s. He was tall, with chiseled features and a toned physique. His gaze was intense, filled with desire.
Ethan approached Isabella, his movements slow and deliberate. He reached out, tracing his fingers along the curve of her shoulder, down her arm, and finally resting his hand on her thigh.
Isabella’s breath hitched as Ethan’s touch sent waves of pleasure through her body. She leaned back on the bed, her legs spreading open invitingly.
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Isabella’s legs. He leaned down, his mouth finding her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.
Isabella moaned, her back arching off the bed as Ethan’s mouth worked its magic. His hand moved up her thigh, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
