I looked at Isabella, who was blushing slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. I could see the slight tremble in her body, the flush in her cheeks, and the way her breath hitched as she tried to maintain her composure.
[Fuck, why does he have to be so damn sexy? Why does he have to make me feel this way? I can't stop thinking about his cock, about how it would feel inside me, stretching me, filling me... God, I'm so wet, I can feel it dripping down my thighs... I want him to fuck me hard, to make me his dirty little slut...]
Her thoughts raced, a chaotic mix of desire and frustration. She couldn't help but imagine the sensation of my cock inside her, the way it would stretch her, fill her completely. The thought made her pussy throb with need, her wetness increasing with each passing second.
