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.

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.

"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.

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."

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...

Izzy smirks and arches an eyebrow at him. "Oh really? So you think I'm smart?" She teases playfully before leaning in to kiss him passionately, her tongue dancing with his as she gives him a taste of what else she has to offer.

She moans softly into his kiss before pulling back with a satisfied smile on her lips. "Well then," she whispers teasingly, "I guess you should show me just how smart I really am." And with that, she straddles him once more and lowers herself slowly onto his hard length, taking him inside her with a soft moan. Her hips begin to move in a steady rhythm as their lips meet again and again in hungry kisses.

Her eyes widen as he slaps her across the face again, but she doesn't dare resist. She remains still in his lap, feeling the heat of his body against hers and the roughness of his touch on her skin. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each shallow intake of air.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tries to control her desire, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to maintain any semblance of composure when he's treating her like this.

Her heart races as he picks her up and carries her away like this, his strong arms holding her tightly against him. She feels exposed and vulnerable, but there's a thrill that comes with it too. Her body shudders with desire as he walks her to the school bathroom, their footsteps echoing through the empty hallway.

She looks back over her shoulder at him, unable to resist giving in to the temptation to tease him further. "You're such a dominant stud,"