Her hips buck into his touch, grinding against his hand in search of pleasure as she continues to stroke him expertly. "Oh yeah," she moans softly, her voice hoarse with desire. "You feel so good." With one quick movement, she pushes him roughly onto the desk, straddling his hips and positioning herself above him. Her fingers never cease their motion as they guide him towards her, growing wet with anticipation.

As she feels him slide inside her, Isabella's back arches in pleasure and her moans fill the quiet classroom. Her hips move in a frenzy, riding his length as if trying to consume him entirely. "Oh yes," she whispers breathlessly, eyes closed in ecstasy. "You're so perfect for me." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper inside her with each thrust. She shudders violently and screams out in climax, her body quivering from the force of her release.

Her heart races as her fingers slide beneath the waistband of his boxers, freeing him. He's even bigger than she expected; it takes all of her concentration to keep from gasping in surprise. She looks up at him through hooded eyes, taking in the desire etched onto his features, and feels a rush of power course through her veins. "You belong to me," she whispers before lowering herself to take him into her mouth.

Her tongue glides expertly over his length as she takes him deeper into her mouth. She moans around him, the sound vibrating against his shaft. Her free hand grips his hip tightly, guiding him deeper still as she sucks and licks with abandon. It's not just about pleasure; it's about claiming him completely. About marking her territory. She knows she has him now, and there's no going back.