In the secluded villa of a wealthy bachelor, a young Filipina woman named Isabella served as a maid. With her jet black hair cut in a short, playful ponytail, she moved with grace and allure. One evening, after the master had left for a night out, Isabella found herself soaking in the villa’s hot tub, her petite body glistening in the moonlight.
The warmth of the water caressed her skin, and she closed her eyes, letting out a content sigh. Unbeknownst to her, the master had returned home early, catching a glimpse of her partially nude form through the window. Overcome with desire, he approached the hot tub, shedding his clothes as he went.
Isabella’s eyes shot open when she felt his presence. She looked up to see him, his muscular body bathed in the soft glow of the outdoor lights. His cock stood at attention, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine.
“May I join you?” he asked, his voice deep and seductive. Isabella hesitated for a moment, but the hunger in his eyes made her heart race. She nodded, and he stepped into the tub, sitting across from her.
Their eyes locked, and the sexual tension between them was palpable. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced with hers, and she could feel the heat of his body, even through the water.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe and sending shivers down her spine. She sighed, her head falling back as he worshipped her body. He moved lower, his lips finding her hardened nipples. He sucked and teased them, eliciting soft moans from Isabella.
His hand ventured lower, caressing her inner thigh. She parted her legs, inviting him in. He gently stroked her pussy, her wetness coating his fingers. She was more than ready for him, but he had other plans.
He moved between her legs, his face level with her pussy. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “May I taste you?” he asked, and she could only nod, her breath hitching in anticipation.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She gasped, her back arching off the tub as he explored her folds. His fingers joined in, penetrating her as he licked and sucked at her clit. She was quickly spiraling out of control, her moans filling the night air.
Just as she was about to cum, he pulled away, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He stood, offering her his hand. “I want you,” he growled, and she didn’t need to be asked twice.
She stood, her body slick from the water and her own arousal. He guided her to the edge of the tub, bending her over. She braced herself, her hands gripping the edge as she felt his cock press against her entrance.
He entered her slowly, filling her completely. She moaned, pushing back against him. He started to move, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the air, mixed with their moans and sighs. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
With a final thrust, they both came, their bodies shuddering in release. He collapsed on top of her, their heavy breaths mingling as they came down from their high.
They stayed like that for a while, before finally pulling apart. Isabella couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she looked at him, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their mixed releases.
They got out of the tub, cleaning themselves up before heading to bed. Their night of passion was far from over, but that’s a story for another time.
