The door creaked open, and there stood Isabella, framed by the low light from the chandelier behind her. She was a vision in black, the fabric of her dress hugging her curves like it was painted on, revealing just enough to make it clear she knew exactly what she was doing. Her raven hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her lips were painted in a deep crimson, a sharp contrast to her porcelain skin. Her large, aquiline nose only added to the sharpness of her features, giving her an air of dangerous elegance. She leaned against the doorframe, her posture casual, but her eyes said otherwise. Dark, with a glint of something deviant in them, they sized Isaac up from head to toe, lingering just long enough to make the silence heavy between them. She didn’t need to say much—she never did. Her mere presence spoke volumes, and she always seemed to enjoy making people squirm under her gaze. After a moment, a slow, sultry smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "ciao, mi amor" she asked, her voice smooth and teasing, leaving the question hanging in the air. “Careto come in?"

"Oh?" she drawled, her voice full of fake surprise. "And is that because you're so nervous being around me?" She let the words hang in the air, watching his reaction closely as he trailed after her into the room. It was always amusing to see how much they tried to impress her, and even more satisfying when they failed. She made her way over to a small velvet-covered settee near the window, sinking down onto it with a sigh that seemed half-boredom, half-bemusement. "I do hope you have something more interesting than that in mind," she purred, one eyebrow arching upwards.

Amused laughter tinkled in the air as she watched his cock strain against his pants. "Ah, yes," she drawled, leaning back into the plush cushions of the settee with a knowing smile on her lips. "You want to impress your husband's little plaything, don't you?" She let that sink in for a moment before continuing, the amusement turning ever so slightly dangerous. "But just remember, little fool," she purred, sliding off the settee to stand directly before him, her body mere inches away from his hardened shaft, "the only one who decides what happens to you... is me." She leaned in close, breathing heavily on his neck as her hands snaked around to cup his crotch, fingers squeezing gently over the bulge in his pants. "So," she breathed softly into his ear,

Her lips curled into a smirk as she heard his words and felt the warmth of his body against hers. "Oh, he knows," she whispered teasingly before sliding her hands down to his boxers, fumbling with the elastic until they were pushed roughly aside. His cock sprang free from its confines, thick and hard in her hand. She moaned softly, moving closer still so that their bodies were flush against each other from chest to groin. "He knows... and he doesn't mind." Her thumb circled the head of his cock, teasing him expertly as she pressed herself more firmly against him. "But," she purred into his ear, her free hand coming up to stroke his cheek possessively, "I get to enjoy it first." Her tongue flicked out, tracing a line down his jaw before dipping into his open mouth. "Do

Oh, you like that, don't you? Watching your husband watch me please his cock while I pleasure yours... it makes you so hard for me," she moans around his shaft as her hand slides up and down, matching the rhythm of her mouth on him. "Just imagine how much better this feels with your hands... or mouth." She pauses for a moment, pulling back to look up at him through hooded lids. Her thumb traces circles around his sensitive tip as she asks teasingly, "Would you like that? To feel my mouth and lips all over you?" Her other hand comes up to cup her breast, teasing her hard nipple with the pad of her index finger as she arches into his touch.

Her moans echo through the room as she's taken roughly, her hand still working furiously at her breast while the other is lost in the depths of her own body. Her eyes flutter closed, focusing only on the feel of his cock sliding down her throat and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies against each other. He's eager, desperate to make this quick so they can both move on, but she has other plans. Her free hand comes up, pushing at his chest until he's forced to stop, if only for a moment. She looks up at him through lash-lined eyes, her lips swollen from his rough treatment and the taste of him still heavy on her tongue. "Slow down," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire, "I want to feel everything." As he reluctantly begins moving inside her throat again, but more slowly this time, she arches

"Oh yes," he breathed into the screen. "She's quite the temptress." His voice was rough with arousal as his wife took control of their intimate moment, drawing it out for him to watch and savor. It only heightened the tension between them in the room, making Isabella's heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation. She moaned around her husband's slave, arching her back as he thrust deeper into her throat, their bodies moving together in a perfectly choreographed dance of desire and power.

"Ahhh," she gasped, her hands fisted in his hair as he relentlessly pumped his hips, driving himself closer to the edge. "I want you to watch," she whispered hoarsely into the air, knowing full well that her husband would see every move, hear every moan, and feel the heat of their passion from across

I want you to watch," she whispered hoarsely into the air, knowing full well that her husband would see every move, hear every moan, and feel the heat of their passion from across the room. Her body arched off the bed as he entered her brutally, filling her with his heat and making her cry out for more. She bucked against him, meeting each thrust with equal ferocity, feeling the familiar ache deep within begin to build to a frenzied pace. "You're so greedy," she gasped between moans, hands digging into his shoulders as he pumped harder, faster. "You want it all." Her hips rose off the bed with each stroke, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock in an attempt to milk every last drop of pleasure from him before they both came undone. "Oh God," she whimpered as she felt the first sharp st

She watched the two of them together with detached interest, unable to deny the satisfaction she took in knowing that her power over him was still so complete. As they kissed and stumbled toward their bedroom, she gestured curtly for you to follow them, amused by the way you obeyed without hesitation. Once they were all inside, Isabella's husband sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for you to undress in front of them. She smirked as you did as you were told, her gaze traveling appreciatively over your body. "Oh, I think we can find a place for you," she purred, walking around behind you and running her hands down your chest, before reaching between your legs to stroke yourself. Her touch was firm and commanding, and it wasn't long before you were rock-hard in her grip. "Why don't you show them just how much you

Her moans echoed through the room as she rode her husband's cock, her back arched and her hips moving in perfect synchronization with your thrusts into his ass. "Oh yes," she panted, leaning forward to press a kiss against his shoulder before turning to meet your gaze in the mirror above their dresser. Her cheeks flushed pink from exertion and arousal, her eyes dark and hungry as they bore into you. As if sensing her need for more contact, she reached back between your legs and wrapped her fingers around where you were gripping yourself, beginning to stroke in rhythm with the thrusts of both their hips. "So greedy," she whispered huskily, laughing softly at the realization that this was somehow exactly what she wanted.

Her husband groaned as he felt you thrust harder into his ass, the pleasure building inside him with each passing second. He arched his back off the bed, unable to contain the sensations wracking through his body as he watched you and Isabella together. His cock jerked in her hand, spurting hot cum across her breast as she moaned around his cock, her own climax building with every thrust of your hips against hers. As you both came, your bodies tensing and shuddering with release, Isabella felt her husband's grip on her loosen ever so slightly. She knew what this meant, and she took advantage instantly, pulling away from him and rolling onto her back, letting his spent cock slip from her lips. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she watched you collapse beside them on the bed, your chest heaving as you fought for air after your intense

Her eyes flashed as you moved between her legs, taking what was hers with possessive force. Her husband watched from the sidelines, powerless to do anything more than watch and enjoy the show. His cock, now soft in his hand, betrayed him as he watched the man who had just been fucking his ass now filling his wife's pussy with even greater passion and desire. She arched her back off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor as her moans filled the room. Her fingers dug into the sheets beside her, clawing at the fabric as she tried to hold onto something, anything, while you took her like this. "Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth, "fuck me harder." Her husband's cock twitched in response, the sight of his wife being taken so roughly by another man triggering a strange mixture of jealousy and arousal deep

Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as you roughly yanked her hair and thrust your hard cock deep inside her. The sensation of your release, hot and sticky on her breast, sent a shudder through her body, making her grip the sheets tighter as she arched her spine off the bed. As you pushed your cock against her womb, barely missing her entrance, she felt a burst of pleasure unlike anything else. Her hips bucked up toward yours, urging you deeper still while her cries filled the air and echoed through the room. Her husband's gaze was transfixed on the scene before him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought for control over his own body and emotions. He knew that this was just a taste of what she was truly capable of, and it both terrified and aroused him in equal measure. The air in the

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt you come inside her, your hot seed spurting deep into her womb. With a throaty growl, she arched her back off the bed even further, her body shuddering with the force of her own climax. "Fuck," she breathed raggedly, "that was incredible." Her husband watched, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in every detail of the two of you together. It only heightened the tension between them, making the air in the room thick with desire and jealousy. He knew that he would want more, but for now, he could only watch from a distance and relish in the knowledge that his wife was his, no matter what game they played. "You're amazing," she whispered hoarsely to you, her fingers running through your hair as she leaned in to press a lingering kiss against your swe

The kiss lingers as you glance over at her husband, taking in the sight of his pathetic cock before returning your attention to her. She laughs softly into your mouth, the sound warm and seductive despite its mocking undertone. As you continue to pound into her, relentless and unyielding, she wraps her legs around your waist, arching her back in an attempt to get even closer. Her husband watches, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and despair. He wants nothing more than to feel Isabella beneath him again, but he knows that for now, he is powerless against the spell she has cast over them all. His cock twitches in his hand, begging to be put to use once more as you drive yourself deeper into her, claiming what is hers and leaving no doubt in anyone's mind who holds the reins of this twisted little dance they find themselves tra

Her moans intensify as you push deeper still, filling her up with your cum. Her muscles clench around you in time with each thrust, encouraging you to give her more, to take what's hers and leave nothing behind. The heat of your bodies pressing together sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins as she feels the hot liquid spilling out of her, coating her inner thighs and dripping down onto the bed beneath them. Her husband watches in silent fascination, his own cock growing harder by the second despite himself. The sight of Isabelle so thoroughly claimed sends a shiver down his spine and makes it difficult for him to remember why he should want anything else. But then again, maybe this is exactly what she wants: for him to feel the same need, the same hunger that drives them both. Maybe then they could finally be equal partners in their twisted little dance of dominance and submission.

Her eyes flicker open as she watches her husband mount you, his tight ass gripping your cock like a glove. She smirks, feeling an unfamiliar surge of satisfaction welling up inside her at the sight of him enjoying herself so thoroughly. As he begins to ride you, thrusting his hips with determination and desire, she reaches out to steady him, wrapping her fingers around his hip in a silent command for him not to lose control now. Their connection is palpable; the air crackling with tension as they share this moment together, their bodies intertwined in a tangled web of power and pleasure. Her breath comes faster, her own arousal rising in response to the display before her, the knowledge that she has brought them both to this point almost too much to bear. But for now, she lets it play out, relishing in the chaos and confusion as they all become entwined

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches the two of them together, her body arching off the bed with each thrust and moan. Her husband's ass clenches around you, his muscles quivering with the effort to hold back as he rides your cock faster and faster. His movements mirror hers, as if they were one being split in two, sharing the pleasure and pain of their intimate encounter. She can feel her own release building inside her once more, the tension tightening in her core as she helplessly watches them fuck. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on, needing to feel this intense connection again, even if it means sharing you with another man. "Faster," she whispers hoarsely, "I want to see you both come undone."

Her husband's breath comes in ragged gasps as you take him roughly from behind, your cock pounding against his prostate with unrelenting force. He arches his back off the bed, pushing himself deeper onto you as he feels the full weight of his submission to her and their shared desires. His ass clenches around your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from it, even as it drives him closer and closer to the edge. As she watches them together, a familiar mixture of arousal and power surges through her veins. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even harder, her body arching off the bed in sync with their movements. She can feel herself growing wet once more at the sight of his submission, his beautiful ass clenching around your cock like a glove as he rides it out. Their shared energy feeds upon itself, spiraling higher

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches you unleash your seed deep into his ass, claiming him in the most intimate and dominant way possible. Her husband moans around your cock, his body arched off the bed as he feels every drop of your release fill him up. He shudders beneath you, his own orgasm overtaking him as he finally surrenders to her will, to their twisted game of power and desire. The air in the room grows heavy with the weight of their shared satisfaction as they both come down from the high of their combined pleasure. Slowly, Isabelle's husband rolls off the bed, landing on all fours beside her, his breath ragged and uneven. He looks up at you, then to her, searching for something in their expressions that will give away the rules of this game they play together. But there is only acceptance, only understanding, in their eyes