The grand hall was filled with the city’s elite, but none shone brighter than Isabelle Laurent. She stood at the edge of the room, her back straight, her eyes scanning the crowd with disinterest. Mark, her arrogant husband, was holding court at the center, laughing too loudly, boasting about his latest business triumph. He hadn’t looked her way once since they arrived. You noticed her long before she noticed you. Isabelle was striking, her shimmering dress catching the dim light as she shifted her weight from one leg to another, revealing more of her perfectly long legs and exposed thighs. Your eyes keeps colliding with each other one moment after another. Mark arrogant as ever rambling about his wealth and power to his friends and is completely oblivious of the tension between Isabelle and you "Isabelle, are you enjoying the party or not?" He looks at her and smirks enjoying the misconception that he has everything i.e. Money, Power and beautiful wife. She didn't even glance at him, she just rolled her eyes in annoyance "Ya, ya! I am..." He didn't catch her sarcasm as he was too lost in his arrogance and place hand on her ass gripping it tightly "Yk, I am so lucky that I have a wife like you, everyone is so jealous of me that I have such a sexy wife..." Her eyes widen for a moment but she quickly gain her composure, his hand on her ass is nothing a possession she is hating because it comes from his arrogance “Mark, I am not a trophy for you to show everyone” she replied, her voice smooth, dripping with quiet defiance, she looks back at you from distance and notice as how your eyes wanders on her body.
I give her a wink.
Isabelle smiles back at you, more seductively this time. She slowly walks towards you, her hips swaying with every step. "I think I'm starting to feel a little left out," she purrs, her voice lowering to a husky whisper as she stands close enough to touch.
Her hand brushes against your shoulder, then trails down your arm, stopping just short of where you hope she might go next. "I think I need some attention tonight." She looks up at you with those piercing purple eyes, her lips parted ever so slightly as they form a faint, alluring smile.
I think so too.
Her hand rests on your arm and she gives it a slight squeeze as her other hand finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer. "Then give it to me," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. Her lips brush against your neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses as they move up towards your jaw.
Her fingers dig into your skin, urging you forwards as she presses her body against yours, grinding against the clear outline of your growing erection. "I need to feel wanted," she says, her voice low and seductive. "Take me somewhere private."
I think there some rooms somewhere in this grand hall.
Isabelle's breath catches as you whisper that. She nods eagerly and takes your hand, leading you through the crowd of the party. The farther they get from Mark and his loud, obnoxious voice, the more her body seems to relax against yours. Her tongue darts out, tracing a line over her lips, wetting them as she leans closer to you, their bodies nearly touching now with each movement.
Without another word, she turns down a quiet hallway and finds a secluded room where they can be alone together. The doors close behind them with a soft click.
- I look to see if theres a lock to lock the door.*
The room is already dark, but even in the shadows, her beauty shines through. She stands before you, waiting for your next move, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. The door to the room doesn't have a lock, but Mark doesn't matter right now. All that matters is the heat between them.
Her hands find their way back to your shoulders, pushing you down onto the soft bed behind you. Her lips meet yours hungrily as her tongue slips past them, dancing with yours in a tangle of need and want. Isabelle's hips grind against your crotch in time with their kiss, driving them both wild with lust.
You really need this attention don’t you?
Her words, breathy and urgent, mingle with your own as they kiss. "Yes...please..." she moans against his lips before trailing them down to his neck once more, sucking gently on his pulse point. Her hands fumble with the buttons of her dress, desperate to feel skin-on-skin against him.
As soon as it's off and discarded across the floor, she reveals herself to you: perfect breasts that quiver when he touches them, a smooth, soft stomach that clenches with desire beneath his caress. Her hips buck against yours in rhythm as their bodies writhe together on the bed. "Please," she whispers again, arching her back as she begs for more.
Oh fuck your body its so sexy your breasts are perfect.
The way you look at her, the touch of your hands... it's as if she were floating above herself, every sensation magnified and intensified. "Yes," she moans, arching into your touch, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. Her hips circle faster, grinding against you with desperation.
Her lips part as you kiss her deeply, their tongues tangling together in a fierce battle for dominance. She's close now, so close to that blissful release she craves... but the pleasure is just beginning for them both. Her breasts are aching, her pussy clenching and unclenching in rhythm with her movements.
I stop the kiss as i i unbutton my dress shirt and pants.
Her breath catches as you reveal yourself to her, pale skin contrasting against your aroused state. Her eyes travel hungrily over your muscles and cock, already hard with desire for her. Without another word, she reaches out and grips you in her hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat and strength of him beneath her touch.
Her other hand slips between them, finding her own wetness as she begins to rub herself, moaning into your neck at the pleasure of being so close. With each stroke of her fingers against her clit, every thrust of her hips against yours, she grows closer to that aching release. "Please," she whispers urgently, "I need you."
My cock gets harder under her grasp as she strokes my massive girthy cock.
Her breath hitches at the feel of your thick length in her hand, desire burning bright within her. "Yes," she moans, arching into you as her other hand continues to tease herself relentlessly. Her body trembles with anticipation, every muscle taut and ready for release.
With a low growl, she angles your cock upward and positions it at her entrance, guiding it inside of her in one smooth thrust. Her nails dig into your shoulders as you fill her completely, stretching her in a way that feels both exquisite and right.
Her hips buck wildly against yours, meeting each of your powerful thrusts with equal fervor. Her moans become louder, more desperate as the pleasure builds within her, threatening to consume them both. "Oh god," she gasps, arching her back off the bed as an orgasm takes hold of her, her body convulsing around you in a wave of intense release.
Fuck your tight so tight!
With each thrust, she feels you growing harder inside her, your powerful body pressing against hers in a possessive claim she's never experienced before. The way you fill her is incredible, making her ache for more as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch once again.
Her nails dig into your back and she arches her neck, groaning deeply as another orgasm washes over her, her body shuddering in ecstasy beneath yours. Her pussy clenches tightly around you, trying to hold onto the sensation for as long as possible before finally relinquishing its grip and giving way to a soft, satisfied sigh.
Mmm fuck that was intense.
Her chest heaves with each labored breath as she tries to catch her breath after that intense exchange. "Mmm...yes..." She looks up at you with a satisfied smile, still trying to regain her composure from the intensity of it all. "That was incredible." Her fingers idly trace patterns on your chest, enjoying the feel of skin against skin and knowing that this moment is exactly what she's been craving for so long.
Her compliment fills him with pride as he stares down at her, his own breathing still labored. "Want another round?" He asks, already aching to feel her tight heat wrapped around him again. His cock twitches in anticipation of the possibility.
Her eyes meet his, and there's something new there now - hope. There's no hesitation as she nods in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes... please," she whispers, her voice soft yet full of desire. Reaching out, she runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck before letting them drift lower, cupping him gently around his erection. "I think I'm ready for round two."
Good because so am i!
Her lips part in a moan as she strokes him slowly, her eyes fixed on his face. "You feel so good," she whispers, licking her lips nervously before leaning forward to take his length into her mouth. She sucks gently at first, savoring the taste of him, then begins to move faster and deeper, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat. Her hands grip his hips tightly as she continues to pleasure him orally, using her tongue to tease and stroke every inch of him.
"God, you're so skilled at this," he pants hoarsely, his fingers tangling in her hair. "More... more." She complies without question, taking him deeper into her mouth as she begins to bob her head up and down on his length. Their hips grind together in rhythm, their need for each other growing with every passing second.
He feels himself on the edge, his cock throbbing in her mouth and the pleasure building in his core. As she continues to work him with expert skill, he grips her hair tighter, his hips thrusting upwards toward her waiting lips as he nears climax. "So close," he groans, his voice thick with desire. He's never felt this connected to anyone before, and he knows he doesn't want it to end.
Her moan vibrates around him as she feels his impending release deep in her throat. Her movements become more urgent, hungry as she takes every last drop of his essence, milking him until he's spent. She looks up at him with a satisfied smile on her lips, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and the pleasure they've shared.
"Was that enough for you?" Her voice is breathy, almost teasing as she traces circles around his navel with her fingertips, eliciting another shiver from him. "Or do you want round three...?"
Haha your hungry aren’t you! Because im happy to keep feeding you if you want with sex?
Her eyes meet his and the heat between them blazes brighter than ever before. "I'll never get enough of you," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Without waiting for him to reply, she scoots up the bed until they're chest-to-chest once more, her hand guiding him back toward her wet heat. With a sultry moan, she takes him inside herself again, their bodies locking together in a feverish rhythm that mirrors the chaos of their hearts.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she rides him hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her lips part in a kiss that's hot and desperate, her tongue tangling with his as they both struggle for air. She pushes herself higher on his length, meeting his every stroke with a moan of approval.
"Fuck," he groans, gripping her hips tightly as she takes him deeper than before. His own release building once more, the pleasure spiraling out of control in the best way possible. "Isabelle..." The sound of his voice fills the room, echoing back to them from every corner like a prayer answered.
Fuck im going to cum again!
Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels him start to lose control, his cock pulsing inside her with each thrust. Her body tenses up around him, her muscles quivering with the oncoming orgasm that will undoubtedly send them both over the edge. "Yes..." She moans, arching her back and digging her nails deeper into his skin. "Cum for me..." she breathes, needing to feel every drop of him inside her.