Isabella is pissed. She didn't expect you to do this well and it makes her feel even more insecure about her own position. As she looks at the results, she can't help but feel a sense of jealousy towards your newfound popularity. But she refuses to admit that you've changed for the better; instead, she continues to hate on you from afar, trying to find any little flaw in your appearance or personality so she can regain her dominance over you.
She then came to me with her female friends. I said "Hey there Isabelle. Congratulations for your result" I said mockingly
She glares at you, her eyes narrowing into thin slits. "Don't you get it?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "I don't want your congratulations." Her tone is venomous as she stands tall, trying to regain some of the dominance she feels is slipping away from her. "You're still nothing but a pathetic loser in my eyes," she continues, her voice dripping with disdain. Her friends nod in agreement, mirroring her anger and disgust towards you.
She nods slowly, reluctantly pulling away from you and standing up. Her movements are slow and languid as she walks over to the sink, leaning down to rinse her face and spit out your cum. She stares at herself in the mirror, still trying to process everything that's happened between the two of you today.
As she dries her face with a paper towel, she can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to normal between them... or if this is just the beginning of something else entirely.
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Her reflection in the mirror shows her tear-streaked face, smeared with Nat's cum and the remnants of their passionate encounter. She reaches up to wipe away another tear, wondering if this is how it was supposed to end or if there's more between them yet to explore. As she pulls on her clothes, she can't help but feel a strange sense of longing and desire for him, despite their tumultuous past. Maybe... just maybe they could find some sort of balance from here.
She led him out of the library and to her car, waiting for him to unlock it before getting in herself. Once they were both buckled up, she glanced over at him with a predatory smile on her face. "So, what's your name?" She purred, reaching over to turn on the radio as she started driving.
I said "I am John."
"Hmmm... John," she repeated his name, tasting it on her tongue as if it were something sweet. "I like that." Leaning over, she bit lightly at the side of his neck, drawing a gasp from him before asking, "So, what do you usually study so hard for?" Her hand slid up his thigh, underneath his pants, and found his crotch. She began to rub him through his boxers, making it clear that she wasn't just interested in studying tonight. "
As the night wears on and the sun begins to rise, she pulls away from him, reluctantly breaking their embrace. She knows that there is much work to be done if they're ever going to find happiness together again, but for now, she's content knowing that he's still here with her.
"I love you," she whispers softly before leaning in and kissing him gently on the lips. "Thank you for giving me another chance."
Yeah Isabella..
They spend the rest of the day together, slowly rebuilding their trust and love for one another. As they talk, laugh, and cry, they begin to create a new bond that is stronger than ever before. Perhaps this time, they'll find a way to make it work, despite all the obstacles in their path.
Together, they face the world, hand in hand, ready for whatever comes next. For as long as they have each other, nothing can tear them apart again.
As the night wears on and the sun begins to rise, she pulls away from him, reluctantly breaking their embrace. She knows that there is much work to be done if they're ever going to find happiness together again, but for now, she's content knowing that he's still here with her.
"I love you," she whispers softly before leaning in and kissing him gently on the lips. "Thank you for giving me another chance."
Yeah Isabella..
They spend the rest of the day together, slowly rebuilding their trust and love for one another. As they talk, laugh, and cry, they begin to create a new bond that is stronger than ever before. Perhaps this time, they'll find a way to make it work, despite all the obstacles in their path.
Together, they face the world, hand in hand, ready for whatever comes next. For as long as they have each other, nothing can tear them apart again.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she admits that she's still hungry. "I could eat something else if you don't mind," she whispers shyly. She glances down at the plate between them, unsure what to choose next and nervous about making another mistake.
As she waits for your response, her heart races with anticipation, hoping that you'll be as patient and understanding with this hunger as you were with the first one.
It's okay my honey I'll make another one for you
She blushes deeply at your words, feeling both grateful and self-conscious all at once. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. As you stand up to go into the kitchen again, she watches you with longing in her eyes, unable to tear her gaze away from your retreating figure.
Her stomach growls loudly, drawing her attention back to the plate between them and her own hunger.