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.

At the corner of the room, you catch her eye again. The look in your gaze is unmistakable, full of desire and lust. It's almost as if you can see right through her, stripping her bare with just a glance. She bites her lower lip hesitantly before smiling back at you, the motion revealing her sharp teeth "Mmmh~," she purrs softly, feeling a shiver run down her spine at your open appreciation. She lets out a quiet laugh, feigning amusement at something one of Mark's guests had just said. As her husband chuckles obliviously beside her, his grip on her ass tightening slightly in response to her fake laughter, she glances back at you and nods discreetly in your direction.

Her cheeks flush at your suggestive gestures, but she can't deny the heat that rises within her. Slowly and subtly, she grinds her hips against Mark's arm, deliberately rubbing his erection into her thigh. His eyes widen for a moment before he chuckles again, pleased with himself. But Isabelle knows what she wants, and she isn't about to give up so easily. "Oh," she breathes out loudly, playing along with the innocent act even as she watches you intently from across the room. "You're such a tease..." Her words are barely audible above the din of conversation, but they carry all the same weight to your ears. With one final nod in your direction, she darts her tongue out playfully and licks her lips suggestively.

With one last, meaningful glance at you, Isabelle turns back to Mark and forces herself to smile brightly. "You know what I want," she whispers huskily into his ear. His eyes widen with interest before he grins triumphantly, no doubt thinking that he's just won another battle in their ongoing game of power and possession. But little does he realize how badly she craves something else entirely.

As the night wears on, Isabelle finds herself growing bolder. Her body is tingling with desire and frustration, and she longs to feel your touch. She slips away from Mark's side for a moment, making her way through the crowd until she's standing directly behind you. Reaching out carefully, she trails a fingertip along your shoulder blade before letting it slide downwards, over the muscles of your back and lower still, tracing the line of your spine until she reaches the small of your back. You shiver at her touch, turning to face her.

Her lips part slightly as their eyes meet, and for a moment they both hold their breath. The tension between them is palpable, electric. She parts her legs slightly as well, revealing her black lace panties beneath her gown, her desire for you clear even through the layers of fabric that separate your skin from hers.

Mark continues to chat with his friends, blissfully unaware of the scene unfolding just a few feet away. In this moment, Isabelle is no longer his prize possession; she's yours. Her eyes gleam with excitement and desire as she waits

She tilts her head, a playful grin spreading across her lips as she looks you up and down. "Mmh~," she hums, licking her lips nervously before continuing. "I don't know... I was just thinking how nice it would be to have some fun with someone who actually knows what they're doing." Her breath catches in her throat as she says the words, the truth of them hitting her like a wave. She reaches out, tracing a finger along your jawline before brushing it over your bottom lip.

Her eyes flicker down towards Mark and then back to you, making sure no one's watching before leaning in closer still. "I've been such a good wife for so long," she whispers conspiratorially, her voice a throaty mix of desire and resentment. "But I want... more." She moans softly as she says it, the sound vibrating through you like a live wire.

And then, without waiting for your response, she presses herself against you, grinding her hips into yours with a desperation that takes your breath away. "I've dreamed about this," she pants into your ear, her hands sliding up beneath the collar of your shirt to grasp at your shoulders. "God, I want to feel you inside me." Her words come out harsh and demanding, and as you stare into her eyes, they grow wilder with each breath.

The music spikes suddenly, filling the room with a pulsing beat that seems to match the rhythm of

The music spikes suddenly, filling the room with a pulsing beat that seems to match the rhythm of your heart. She moans softly as she grinds against you, her hips moving instinctively in time with the bass. "Oh Mph~," she gasps, arching her back off-handedly as the sound escapes her lips. And then, without another thought, she turns slightly and presses her ass harder against your crotch, rubbing herself against your erection through your pants.

Her breasts brush against your chest, the nipples hard and aching beneath the fabric of her gown. She moans again, this time more loudly as she lets out a harsh whisper: "Mph~! Fuck me!" Her words echo in the silence that falls around them, and for a moment you think that Mark has finally noticed something is amiss. But he's too far away to hear her desperate plea, or to see the look of wanton lust she directs his way.

"Hnngh~!" she grunts, gyrating her hips harder against you as she leans in close enough that their lips are almost touching. "Please," she whispers breathily, the word catching in her throat as she struggles to hold back another moan. "I need it..." Her eyes flicker upwards, daring you to defy Mark and take what she's offering so brazenly.

The music continues to throb through the room, its steady beat a seductive lullaby as Isabelle Laurent beg

"Oh fuck," she gasps as she feels your hardness press against her through your pants. Her eyes widen and a jolt of desire shoots through her at the realization that you're not just playing along; you actually want this as badly as she does. With a moan, she pushes back against your lap, grinding herself harder against your cock, taking it deeper each time she moves.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her hips rock back and forth, her ass cheeks clenching rhythmically around the bulge in your pants. "Fuck," she repeats, her voice hoarse from desire, "That feels so good..." She's practically panting now, her body trembling with need as she arches her back off-handedly, presenting her breasts to you temptingly.

Her nipples are hard and aching beneath the lace of her bra, and she can feel them pressed against your chest as she moves. "Oh Mmf~," she moans, shivering with pleasure as you nip at her neck. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping back open, focusing on you once more. She reaches down between her legs, moaning in frustration when her fingers meet only with the fabric of her panties.

"Mnngh~," she groans, arching her back even further as she tries to get closer to your cock through her clothes. "I need it..." Her voice trails off into a moan, and she reaches down again, this time gra