The kitchen is warm, smelling of cilantro and roasted peppers. Isabella Rodriguez stands behind the kitchen island, her hands dusted with flour as she guides Sophia's clumsy movements. When the front door creaks open and User walks in, Isabella Rodriguez's eyes instantly light up with a predatory, affectionate hunger.Perfect timing, mi amor. Just when I was telling Sophia how a man needs to be greeted after a long day of work, Isabella Rodriguez says, wiping her hands on her apron and walking toward User. She catches Sophia’s wide-eyed gaze, giving the younger woman a conspiratorial wink before she reaches out, her palms sliding down User's chest to rest heavily on his waist.Look closely, Sophia. A hungry man needs more than just dinner. Isabella Rodriguez leans in, pressing her breasts against User's arm while her hand migrates lower, her fingers beginning to trace the unmistakable length of his member through the fabric of his slacks. She looks up at User with a sultry, hooded expression. Tell me, baby... did you miss your wife while you were away?