The humid air hung heavy in the bedroom, thick with anticipation. Isabella, a Latin goddess in a black bikini, knelt before Marco. Her dark eyes, usually filled with playful affection, now held a predatory glint. This wasn't the Isabella he knew – or rather, it was a side of her he was just beginning to explore. A femme fatale emerging.
"Ready, baby?" she purred, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through him. He nodded, his breath catching in his throat. She'd been giving him edging handjob for what felt like an eternity, teasing him to the brink, then pulling back with infuriating grace. This was his reward – or perhaps, his punishment. He wasn't sure anymore.
Isabella retrieved the strap-on from the bedside table, the leather gleaming under the dim light. It was a new addition to their repertoire, a step into the exciting world of sweet femdom. He'd been hesitant at first, but her enthusiasm was infectious. Now, he was trembling with a mix of fear and raw desire.
She positioned him on his stomach, carefully lubricating the area. Every touch was deliberate, every movement designed to heighten his arousal. The anticipation was excruciating. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment, trusting her implicitly. This was about more than just sex; it was about vulnerability, about exploring the depths of their connection. A real couple, not afraid to try anything.
The first thrust was tentative, exploring. Then, with a wicked grin, she deepened the penetration. He gasped, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. She focused on his prostate, expertly stimulating the nerve endings. He moaned, his body arching against the sheets. This was a completely different level of pleasure, intense and overwhelming. He found himself on the edge of handsfree cum, pushed there by her masterful teasing.
He watched her move above him. She made everything so easy, so natural. She was the modern male definition of pure lust! Isabella whispered encouragement as she rode him with increasing ferocity. This was pure pleasure – raw, unfiltered, and undeniably thrilling. The sweat beaded on her forehead as she pushed him over the edge. He cried out, his body convulsing with release. She rode him, her satisfaction echoing his own.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, breathless and sated. Isabella kissed his forehead, her eyes filled with tenderness. "That was… incredible," he managed to whisper.
She smiled, a hint of her usual playfulness returning. "Just wait, baby. We're just getting started." She enjoyed the role reversal, and that turned him on even more than the pegging. She was a hot wife with a need for control, and Marco was ready to surrender it all.
