In the heart of New York City, a luxurious high-rise apartment housed a man of distinction, Henry, a 35-year-old investment banker with an exquisite taste for beauty and pleasure. One evening, as Henry returned home after a long day of work, he found a package at his doorstep. A delicate smile graced his lips as he unveiled its contents – a lacy, red lingerie set, accompanied by a note from his latest conquest, a 25-year-old Brazilian bombshell named Isabella.
*Isabella, your body is a masterpiece, worthy of Michelangelo himself. Let me worship it the way it deserves.*
Henry’s fingers gently brushed against the soft, see-through fabric, already feeling the warmth of Isabella’s skin. He imagined the curves of her perfect body, the perky breasts, and the firm, round ass. His cock stirred in his pants, already craving her touch.
That night, Henry received a text from Isabella, inviting him to join her in the shower the following morning. His heart raced with anticipation.
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The next day, the sun danced through the blinds, casting a golden hue on Henry’s chiseled features as he knocked on Isabella’s door. She opened it, revealing her dripping wet body, wrapped in a white bath towel, her long, dark hair clinging to her shoulders.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her accent sending shivers down his spine.
Henry stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His gaze locked onto her as she dropped the towel, her breasts bouncing free. She wore the red lingerie set, the lace hugging her curves like a second skin.
“You like it?” she asked, biting her lower lip seductively.
Henry could only nod, his throat dry as he watched her sway her hips, teasing him with every step.
Isabella reached for the shower, turning on the water. Henry approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, feeling her warmth against his chest. He kissed her neck, gently nibbling on her earlobe, as she leaned her head back, moaning softly.
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The water cascaded down their bodies, mingling with their sweat and desire. Henry’s hands explored her curves, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. Isabella arched her back, pressing her ass against his growing erection.
“I want you, Henry,” she whispered.
Henry slid his hands down her stomach, tracing the outline of her lacy panties with his fingers. He slipped his hand inside, feeling her wetness, her warmth. Isabella gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Yes, just like that,” she moaned.
Henry massaged her clit, feeling her muscles clench around his fingers. His cock throbbed, begging for release.
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Isabella turned around, her eyes dark with desire. She dropped to her knees, her lips brushing against the head of his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust, as she took him into her mouth.
Henry groaned, his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm. Isabella sucked and licked, her moans vibrating against his sensitive skin.
“I’m going to cum,” he warned.
Isabella hummed in approval, her fingers playing with her clit as she continued to suck him off.
“Fuck, Isabella,” he groaned, his release spilling into her mouth.
Isabella swallowed, her fingers working her clit faster, her moans growing louder as she reached her own climax.
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Henry pulled her up, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he pressed her against the tiled wall.
“I need you inside me, Henry,” she pleaded.
Henry obliged, his cock sliding into her wet, welcoming pussy. He thrust into her, their moans filling the room, their bodies moving in sync.
Isabella dug her nails into his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist as she reached her peak.
“Yes, Henry, harder,” she cried out.
Henry obliged, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around him.
“Oh, God, Henry, I’m cumming,” she screamed, her pussy milking his cock as she came.
Henry followed, his release filling her as they clung to each other, their bodies slick with water and sweat.
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As they caught their breath, Henry looked at Isabella, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered.
Isabella smiled, her fingers tracing his jawline.
“So are you,” she replied.
And as the water continued to pour down on them, they knew that this was just the beginning of their passionate encounter.
