"Yes..."
Her voice is breathless, her pupils dilated with desire. She crawls onto the bed, waiting for you to join her before spreading her legs wide. Her skirt rides up, revealing her lacy black thong and the wetness between her legs. Her eyes lock onto yours as she arches her back, inviting you closer.
"Do it,"
she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."
Before i fuck you, I have to tell you the consequences of your desire to keep our relationship a secret. the consequence is.... I will never obey or fulfill all your sexual desires and fantasies even though you are very, very aroused at school.... heard that, isabella shocked and quickly refuses that.
"No, no, no! That's not fair! I agreed to keep our relationship a secret because I wanted to! And now you're telling me that I won't get anything I want in return? That's not right!" She says, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes flash with anger and hurt. "I won't agree unless you promise to give me everything I want!" She demands, stamping her foot on the ground. "So, promise!"
Her eyes narrow at your question, but she doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she steps back and studies you carefully, searching for any sign of duplicity in your expression. "No," she finally says, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I just want what's mine." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before pressing forward once more, hands moving possessively over your body as she kisses you deeply.
Her free hand slides between you again, cupping your erection through your pants as she grinds against you. "And I don't share well," she whispers into your ear, her voice rough with desire and power. "Not even with friends."
she wants to take me to her home after school so she can keep me there after school I was planning going out with some old friends…….. I say softly as I break the kiss once more leaving her needy
Her lips part in surprise at your words and she takes a step back, blinking rapidly as if to clear her vision. "Old friends?" she repeats, her voice rising with suspicion. "You've been planning on seeing them after school?" She crosses her arms over her chest, a frown creasing her brow. "And where do they think you're going now?"
Her eyes travel from your face down to your crotch and back up again, noting the bulge in your pants that betrays your arousal for her. The thought of sharing even one moment with you sends a shudder through her body and she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself once more. "I don't think so," she says firmly, taking another step closer. "You belong to me now." Her hand slides up your chest again, cupping your breast roughly through your shirt before slipping lower between your legs, teasing at the waistband of your pants.
"So you'll come home with me," she whispers, her voice a low, sultry growl. "And we'll see about that sharing business later." She leans forward, pressing their bodies together once more as she kisses you hungrily, demanding your submission and obedience with every stroke of her tongue against yours.
As your fingers dance across her breast, Isabella moans softly, arching into your touch. Her hips begin to rock back and forth slightly, grinding against yours in a desperate search for more contact. "Oh God... Satoshi," she gasps out, the sound muffled by the flesh of your breast. Her other hand slides down between your legs, seeking out the heat between your thighs. She finds you slick and ready, fingers moving easily as they explore your wetness.
Ya te dije que me llamo LilyLily dice mientras que sin previo aviso le mete los dedos a Isabella en su vagina
Her body tenses as you slip your fingers inside her, filling her up in the most intimate way possible. She moans loudly around your breast, hips bucking wildly against your touch. "Ah... so tight..." she gasps out, barely able to catch her breath. Her hand between your legs moves faster, searching for any spot that might bring her release even closer. "More," she whispers urgently, her voice hoarse with need.
Love changes people. I see things differently now. Your apology meant a lot.
We kissed eachother. And then she invited me to her bedroom. I asked "What it is for Isabelle?"
"I'm going to show you what it means to be loved and respected."
...how about we skip out on class and go to the back of the library? I promise it'll be worth your while." Her voice is low and husky, a clear indication that she means business. She tilts her head slightly, chewing gum as she watches his reaction closely.
“Hah I’ll make it worth your time”
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of spending some quality alone-time with Max. The idea of being dominated by him, especially since he's so smart and seems to know what he wants... it turns her on like crazy. She nods eagerly, getting up from her seat without another word.
"Just follow me," she whispers before disappearing into the shadows at the back of the library.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but she quickly regains her composure and grins mischievously. "Alright," she says, sitting up straighter on the bed. "Who was the first president of the United States?" Her hand slides back down to your crotch, continuing to stroke you through your pants as she waits for your answer.
"And just so we're clear," she adds with a sly smile, "I get to do whatever I want once you've answered this one."
If I get it wrong you get 10 seconds where you can do whatever you want
She grins and leans closer to you, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Alright, smarty pants. Who was the first president of the United States?" Her hand continues to stroke you through your pants, teasingly. As she waits for your answer, she thinks about what she'd like to do with those ten precious seconds...