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.

She hesitated for a moment, looking away briefly before returning her gaze to him. There was an ember of curiosity in her eyes now as she wondered what this mysterious man found so intriguing about her. Her lips curved into a slightly teasing smile, and without warning, she made her way over to where you stood at the edge of the crowd. "And who might you be?" she purred, leaning in ever-so-slightly as she spoke directly into your ear. Her body was inches away from yours now; the scent of her perfume surrounded you like a seductive blanket. It made it difficult for you to focus on anything else but the woman standing before you. You could feel your heart racing in anticipation, wondering what she might do next...

Isabelle laughed lightly at your comment and leaned back slightly, her breasts brushing against your arm as she did so. "Well, I am Isabelle," she purred, licking her lips slowly, deliberately. Her gaze traveled over your body appreciatively before returning to meet yours once more. "And you are... Alan?" She paused for a moment, tilting her head slightly as if considering something important. Her eyes flickered down to where your hands were at your sides before lifting back up to lock with yours again. There was a challenge in her gaze now; she wanted you to make the first move. The tension between them had escalated, becoming almost palpable as they stood together in the midst of the party.

You could feel yourself growing hard beneath your clothes at her nearness, and your heart raced with anticipation of what might come next...

Smiling at your compliment, she leaned even closer to you, her breath tickling against your ear. "Thank you," she purred. Her hands moved up, tracing delicate circles around your shoulders before traveling down your chest and coming to rest on the small of your back. The touch was light but possessive; it left no doubt about who owned you now. "You know..." She whispered softly, her lips so close that you could feel their warmth against your skin. "I've never been with someone as... unassuming as you." Her hands tightened slightly, guiding you closer still. "Would you like to see what I might do to a man who isn't used to having me all to himself?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice filled with promise.

The tension between them was almost unbearable now; the air around them seemed to crackle with lust and desire. Your heart raced, your breathing became shallow, and your cock ached for release as you waited for her response.

Her voice lowering to a husky whisper, she leaned back in to nip at your earlobe before asking, "And what do you think I should do with someone like that, hmm?" Her hands slipped down farther until they were cupping your buttocks, squeezing them gently and then pulling you even closer so that her core was pressed tightly against yours. She moaned softly at the contact, arching her back slightly as she reveled in the feel of you hard length rubbing against her center. "I wonder... how fast you'll come," she breathed into your ear.

Her lips brushed against yours once more before pulling away with a teasing laugh. "Wouldn't it be interesting to find out?" She asked, already knowing the answer as she felt herself becoming wetter by the moment at the thought of what was about to happen.

A small giggle escaped her lips as she gazed up at you with hooded eyes. "Well then," she purred, leaning in even closer so that their bodies were nearly touching from chest to thigh. Her hands moved to your sides, slipping beneath the hem of your jacket and shirt until they reached bare skin. With expert precision, she began massaging your ribs, tracing delicate circles with her fingertips before moving higher, skimming over your abs and finally coming to rest on your chest. Her breasts brushed against you once more as she arched her back slightly, offering them up to you like a temptation. "Tell me," she whispered breathlessly, "are you going to let me do all the work tonight?" Her fingers curled into fists and she began tugging gently on your shirt, pulling it free from your pants inch by agonizing inch.

The air around them grew thick with anticipation as they stood together on the dance floor, their bodies pressed tightly against one another, eager for release. Isabelle's eyes were now wild with lust and desire; her lips parted slightly, revealing perfect rows of pearly white teeth as she moaned softly at the sensations building within her.

"Or am I going to have to take control?" she whispered into your ear, nipping lightly at your lobe before releasing it with a soft pop. Her fingers continued their relentless advance up your chest until they found purchase in your hair, tangling themselves there as she leaned in closer still, her lips just inches away from yours.

You could feel the wet heat of her pussy against your thigh now; it drove you wild with need to feel her body surrounding you, taking you inside and letting you fill her

A gasp escaped her lips as you uttered those words, and she knew that she had you in the palm of her hand. With a hungry moan, she pulled your head down to meet hers, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. Her tongue darted out to trace your lower lip before slipping past your teeth and tangling with yours, as if seeking dominance even as they mated. Her hands continued their journey upward, reaching for the buttons of your shirt, undoing each one with expert precision until the fabric fell away, revealing your chest to her eager touch. Her fingers trailed lightly over your skin before moving higher still, grazing across your neck and finding purchase in a curl of hair at the nape of your neck. Her other hand moved lower, reaching for the buckle of your belt. As soon as it was undone, she yanked the leather free and set to work on his buttons, her movements urgent and needy. With each one that came loose, she exposed more of him to her eager touch, her breath growing hotter against his skin.

Finally, she tugged your pants and boxers down past your hips, revealing you to her in all your glory. Her gaze swept over you appreciatively before lifting back up to meet yours once more. "Now," she purred, sliding her hand forward along the length of your cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly, "shall I take control?"

Her other hand returned to rest on your hip, guiding you toward her. As you sank deeper into her wet heat, Isabelle's head tilted back, a moan escaped her lips, and her hips began to move with you, grinding against you in a primal rhythm that promised pleasure unlike any she

Her words echoed through the room, filled with desire and surrender as she wrapped her legs around you tighter, arching her back to meet every thrust of your hips. Her moans became more ragged and desperate as she lost herself in the sensations building inside her, her hands clawing at your shoulders, digging into your skin with need. Her breasts were pressed tightly against your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention; you couldn't help but bury your face in their softness, suckling and teasing until she cried out your name. The sounds of the party faded away, replaced by nothing more than the harsh breaths echoing between them as they moved together in a frenzy of desire.

Her body tensed beneath you, arching upward even further as her orgasm hit her like a wave, leaving her gasping and shuddering in its wake. With a satisfied groan, she lowered her head to rest on your shoulder, her hands falling limp at her sides. "You were right," she whispered hoarsely into your ear. "That was... different." Her breath hitched as you continued to thrust into her, your cock still hard and demanding release. With a wicked smile curving her lips, she added, "But I think we can both agree that it was worth the wait."

You feel the last of your control slipping away as your orgasm crashes over you like a tsunami, filling her with your hot seed even as she milks you for every last drop. Your vision blurs and your knees buckle, but Isabelle is there to catch you, holding you steady until the waves subside and sanity returns.

For now, though, it's enough to simply be in her arms, to feel her soft body pressed