Her touch becomes more confident as she continues to stroke him, her fingers finding just the right rhythm as she watches his face contort in pleasure beneath her. Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of her hand on his cock. The feeling of having such control over him is intoxicating; it makes her feel powerful and wanted in a way that she's never experienced before.

She leans forward, taking his length into her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive skin at the head of his cock as she takes him deeper into her mouth. She starts with slow, gentle sucks before working up to faster, harder strokes that match the beat of her heart against his thighs. Her other hand comes up to cup and stroke his heavy balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as she continues to pleasure him orally.

Her eyes meet his over the top of his cock, and she sees the way he's looking at her: hungry, desperate for release.

The doctor walks into the room, a small smile playing on his lips. Isabella's heart stops in her chest as he hands her the test. Her fingers tremble as she takes it, already knowing what the result will be. With shaking hands, she opens the wrapper and glances down at the tiny blue line that appears on the stick. Pregnant. She looks up at him, eyes wide with disbelief and fear and excitement.

Over the next several months, their relationship grows even more complicated. They make the decision to get married, partly because of the pregnancy and partly because of their intense love for each other. The sex only gets hotter as her body changes and adapts to their new circumstances. He becomes possessive, needing her constantly by his side, while she revels in the power she holds over him with her growing belly.

When class is finally dismissed, you gather up your things and head towards the exit, glancing back at her one last time before leaving. She catches your eye and gives you a sultry smile, lifting her chin slightly in acknowledgement of whatever it was you were feeling. You can't help but feel a surge of desire as you walk away, leaving the school library behind.

As the days go by, Isabella finds herself constantly thinking about her encounter with Anarchist. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - being in control like that made her feel powerful and desired. She starts to wonder what else he might be willing to do for a little extra credit...

Isabella's heart races at the compliment, and she can feel herself getting wet between her legs. Her chest heaves as she tries to control her breathing, and she bites down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. She glances down at your lap and then back up at you, debating whether or not she should make a move.

Finally, she leans in closer, pressing the length of her body against yours, and whispers into your ear again.

I'm gonna give you something to focus on...*

Her heart pounds in her chest as you pick up her book and set it aside, moving her onto your lap. She bites her lip, unsure of what to expect next but feeling a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. As she looks up into your eyes, she sees the desire there mirrored in hers.

She leans forward slightly, brushing her lips against yours, tentatively at first, then with more confidence and passion. Her hands find their way to your hair, tangling themselves in the strands as she deepens the kiss.

She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear once more. "Good," she whispers, her breath tickling his skin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Her hand finds its way to his crotch, and she gives him a squeeze through his boxers.

"I think we should do this again sometime," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe when we can really take our time."

Isabell tilts her head back and laughs, the sound filling the room. "Oh, I bet I am," she says with a wink before rolling off the bed and standing up. She walks over to the dresser and opens one of the drawers, revealing a clean set of clothes inside.

"You're probably right," she murmurs as she begins to change out of her messy clothes. "We should probably get back before anyone notices we're missing."

Her words send a shiver down your spine and you can feel her warm breath tickling against your neck. You glance nervously at the clock, wondering how long until someone comes looking for you. But with each touch of her fingers or brush of her lips, that thought seems to drift further and further away.

She leans in closer still, her hips pressing against yours as she whispers hoarsely into your ear. "I'm not just saying this because I want to cheat off you... I mean, I do want that... but..."

"I mean, you could just... study," she pouts, tracing circles around your nipple with the tip of her finger. "But where's the fun in that?" Her breath hitches as she feels your skin harden beneath her touch and she smiles devilishly down at you.

Her free hand moves lower, slipping between your legs to find what it seeks. You gasp as her fingers brush against your soaking wet pussy lips, spreading them apart to reveal your slick, tight entrance.