In the heart of a bustling city, a quaint little apartment housed a woman named Sophia. A 28-year-old graphic designer, she lived alone and cherished the solitude her home offered. One day, she found herself in her kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked bread filling the air.
On the other side of the city, a man named Gabriel, a 32-year-old carpenter, was drawn to Sophia like a moth to a flame. He had heard of her from a mutual friend and decided to pay her a visit, bringing with him a small table he had crafted himself.
As Sophia opened the door, Gabriel’s breath hitched. She was breathtaking, her hazel eyes sparkling with curiosity. They exchanged greetings, and Sophia invited him in, her gaze never leaving his chiseled features.
Gabriel placed the table in the kitchen, his eyes scanning Sophia’s curvaceous figure. He stepped closer, his hands reaching for her waist. Sophia’s heart raced as his fingers traced the outline of her hips, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining.
Gabriel’s hands traveled up Sophia’s body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. Sophia let out a soft moan, her hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt. She undid them, her fingers skimming his toned chest.
Gabriel picked Sophia up, placing her on the kitchen counter. He knelt between her legs, his hands traveling up her thighs. Sophia’s head fell back as his lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe.
Gabriel’s fingers found the waistband of Sophia’s pants, pulling them down. His tongue traced a path from her navel to her inner thigh, his fingers playing with her damp curls. Sophia’s back arched as his tongue found her clit, her moans filling the kitchen.
Gabriel stood up, his cock straining against his pants. Sophia’s hands reached for his belt, undoing it with fumbling fingers. She pulled his pants down, her hand wrapping around his shaft. Gabriel let out a low growl, his hips thrusting into her hand.
Sophia guided him inside her, her legs wrapping around his waist. Gabriel’s thrusts were slow and deep, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Sophia’s moans grew louder as he hit her spot, her nails digging into his back.
Gabriel’s thrusts grew faster, his balls slapping against Sophia’s ass. Sophia’s legs tightened around him as she felt herself close to the edge. With one final thrust, Gabriel filled her with his cum, her moans echoing in the kitchen.
Exhausted, they collapsed onto the kitchen floor, their bodies glistening with sweat. Gabriel’s fingers traced patterns on Sophia’s skin, his cum mixing with her juices on her thighs. They lay in silence, their hearts still racing, the aroma of bread and sex filling the air.
