‘Please… don’t make me…don’t make me say it’ Isabelle began to sweat. Porn sex ‘Yes, that’s you’ Darius grinned, turning off his phone. She was one of his favourites, and could usually get off scot-free if she hadn’t given in her homework on time, or was caught chatting in lesson. ‘Darius, I don’t know…what to say…what’s…wrong with me?’
‘I’m not sure Issy. Will the girl of his dreams succumb to its power, or will she be able to resist? Can you imagine? ‘What? ‘You like it when I touch your pussy and I fondle your tits?’ ‘Ooh yes Darius…I…like it when…you make me….you make me so wet when, mmm, you touch my pussy and…ooh you fondle my tits.’
‘And don’t sluts enjoy getting this pussies stroked and their breasts fondled?’ Isabelle closed her eyes dreamily, a serene smile spreading across her face. Mr Edwards’ eyes had followed her from the moment she walked in. He grinned back, unlocked the door, and left. Her blouse was open revealing her swollen breasts. No…don’t be stupid girl. Darius ogled her gorgeous body, which nonetheless looked as though she could crumble in a single touch. Darius stroked his finger down her cheek, neck, breasts, waist, sending an electric tingle down Isabelle’s body. She shut her eyes, giggling. It doesn’t become of you.
