In the heart of a cozy home, a woman named Isabella, with her raven hair and emerald eyes, was preparing a meal in the kitchen. The aroma of spices and garlic filled the air, but it was the scent of her own arousal that truly captivated the room. She was dressed in a simple blouse and skirt, her curves accentuated by the soft fabric.
Isabella’s husband, a tall and muscular man named Ethan, entered the kitchen. His eyes trailed from her face, down her neck, to the swell of her breasts. He approached her slowly, his intentions clear in his piercing blue gaze.
“Leave the food, Isabel,” Ethan demanded, his voice husky with desire. “I want something else for dinner.”
Isabella complied, her heart pounding in anticipation. Ethan pulled her close, their bodies molding together as they kissed passionately. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and sending shivers down her spine.
Ethan broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Isabella’s neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. He nibbled on her earlobe, whispering, “I’m going to make you feel so good, Isabel.”
His hands found the hem of her skirt, hiking it up to reveal her bare thighs. Ethan groaned at the sight, his fingers tracing the lace of her panties. He slipped a finger under the fabric, finding her wet and ready for him.
Isabella gasped as Ethan began to stroke her, her hips grinding against his hand. She reached for his belt, freeing his hard cock. Ethan hissed as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him in time with her own pleasure.
Ethan lifted Isabella onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his tongue darting out to taste her. Isabella cried out, her back arching as Ethan licked and sucked on her clit.
“Oh, Ethan,” Isabella moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Yes, just like that.”
Ethan continued to pleasure Isabella, his fingers joining his tongue as he fucked her with them. Isabella’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she reached her peak.
“Ethan, I’m going to cum,” Isabella panted, her hips bucking against his face.
Ethan didn’t relent, his tongue flicking faster against her clit as she came undone. Isabella’s screams echoed through the kitchen as she came hard, her juices coating Ethan’s face.
Once Isabella had caught her breath, Ethan stood up. He guided his cock to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. Isabella wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Ethan thrust into her, filling her completely. Isabella cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to fuck her. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room.
Ethan reached down, rubbing circles around Isabella’s clit. She moaned, her orgasm building once again. Ethan’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his own release close.
“I’m going to cum, Isabel,” Ethan grunted, his cock twitching inside her.
“Cum for me, Ethan,” Isabella moaned, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
Ethan’s orgasm hit him like a wave, his cum filling Isabella. She moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her as she milked every last drop from him.
Ethan collapsed on top of Isabella, their bodies slick with sweat. They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
“I guess dinner will have to wait,” Ethan chuckled, his lips finding Isabella’s once again.
Isabella smiled, her arms wrapped around him. “I think we’ve found something even better.”
