It was a sweltering summer evening, and the kitchen in the old Victorian house was the only place with a hint of a breeze. Isabella, a 25-year-old beauty with a passion for cooking, was dressed in a delicate lingerie set, the sheer fabric hugging her curves. She had been preparing a romantic dinner for two, the scent of spices and simmering sauces filling the air.
The doorbell rang, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who it was – her lover, Daniel, a tall and handsome man with piercing blue eyes. She took a deep breath and composed herself before answering the door.
Daniel’s eyes widened as he took in Isabella’s appearance, her lingerie leaving little to the imagination. He stepped inside, wrapping his arms around her, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, setting the stage for what was to come.
Isabella led him to the kitchen, and they continued to kiss, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. She reached down, cupping his growing arousal through his pants, eliciting a low groan from him.
“Someone’s eager,” she whispered, a playful smile on her lips.
Daniel nibbled on her earlobe, his hands roaming up her thighs. “You have no idea.”
Isabella gasped as he slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. She leaned back against the counter, her breath hitching as he began to stroke and tease her.
“I want you,” she murmured, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. “Now.”
Daniel quickly divested himself of his clothing, his cock standing at attention. Isabella licked her lips, eager to taste him. She dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around him, savoring his moans and gasps of pleasure.
But Daniel had other plans. He gently pulled her to her feet, lifting her onto the counter. He spread her legs, his fingers finding her slick entrance.
“I need to taste you,” he growled, burying his face between her thighs.
Isabella cried out as he began to lick and suck on her clit. Her hips bucked, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place. She was so close, so ready to explode.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
