In the dimly lit dining room, the air was thick with anticipation. At the head of the table, the powerful businesswoman Isabella sat, her ample cleavage on display in a low-cut dress that left little to the imagination. She ran her fingers over the cool surface of the table, her mind already on the delights to come.
Across from her sat the object of her desire, a young intern named Marco. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, his heart racing as he imagined what might happen after the meal.
As they dined on oysters and champagne, Isabella regaled Marco with tales of her travels and conquests. Her voice was like honey, and he found himself entranced by her every word.
Finally, as the last of the champagne was poured, Isabella leaned forward, her cleavage spilling even further out of her dress. “Marco,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I think it’s time we retire to the bedroom.”
Marco’s heart skipped a beat as he followed Isabella out of the dining room and up the stairs. In the bedroom, she turned to face him, her eyes blazing with desire. She began to unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie.
Marco couldn’t believe his eyes as Isabella approached him, her curves on full display. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close and pressing her lips to his.
Their kiss was like fire, and Marco felt himself being consumed by the passion. Isabella’s hands began to wander, caressing his chest and stomach before reaching down to unbutton his shirt.
As they undressed each other, Isabella led Marco to the bed, pushing him down onto the soft mattress. She straddled him, her wetness already coating his hard length.
With a wicked smile, she began to grind against him, her hips moving in slow, torturous circles. Marco moaned, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the lace of her bra.
Isabella leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around their faces as she kissed him again. Her tongue explored his mouth, tasting the champagne and desire that lingered there.
As they kissed, Isabella reached down, positioning Marco’s cock at her entrance. She paused for a moment, teasing him, before slowly sinking down onto him.
They both moaned as she began to ride him, her hips moving faster and faster. Marco reached up, grabbing her ass and pulling her down harder onto him.
Their bodies moved together in a primal dance, the sound of their moans and the slap of skin against skin filling the room. Isabella’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
Marco couldn’t take it any longer. He sat up, wrapping his arms around Isabella and flipping her onto her back. He entered her again, this time deeper and harder.
Isabella cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. Marco could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building.
With one final thrust, he sent her over the edge. She screamed his name, her pussy clenching around him as she came.
Marco followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure.
As they caught their breath, Isabella looked up at Marco, a satisfied smile on her face. “I hope you enjoyed the feast,” she said. “I know I did.”
