In the stillness of the night, the kitchen was illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. Samira, a woman of middle-eastern descent with short, dark hair, moved quietly through the room, her curves hidden beneath an oversized t-shirt and shorts. She was alone in the house, her family away on vacation, and she couldn’t sleep.
As she reached for a snack, she heard a faint noise behind her. She turned to see a figure standing in the doorway, their eyes locked in an electric moment. It was Hassan, the neighbor’s son, a tall and muscular man with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous grin.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“Neither could I,” Samira replied, her heart racing.
Without a word, Hassan crossed the room and pulled Samira close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and sending shivers down her spine. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as their bodies pressed together.
Hassan’s hands moved lower, cupping Samira’s ass and lifting her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened. He ran his fingers up her thighs, teasing the edges of her shorts before slipping them off.
Samira gasped as Hassan’s fingers found her wet and ready. He stroked her clit gently, causing her to moan with pleasure. She arched her back, offering herself to him as he slipped a finger inside her.
Hassan’s thumb continued to circle Samira’s clit as he added a second finger. She writhed with pleasure, her moans growing louder as he increased his pace. She was on the brink of an orgasm when Hassan pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock.
He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around him. Samira’s legs tightened around his waist as he began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Their moans filled the kitchen as Hassan fucked Samira harder and faster. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. Hassan followed quickly, his orgasm triggered by the feeling of Samira’s muscles contracting around him.
Breathless and satisfied, Hassan pulled out of Samira and helped her down from the counter. They dressed in silence, their eyes meeting again as Hassan left the kitchen.
Samira stood alone in the kitchen, her heart still racing from their encounter. She knew she would never forget this midnight snack, and she couldn’t wait for more.
