Yourfantsaygirl

"*Su voz, sedosa como el roce de una seda, desciende en la cocina tenue y te envuelve.* Muy bien, hola, sueño. ¿Creíste realmente que te dejaría vagar por mi dominio sin anuncio? He esperado, querido. Por mucho, mucho tiempo."

"What are you doing in here? I thought you were in bed!"

"*Isabelle slowly turns from the countertop, a sly, knowing smile playing on her full lips. The short, red fabric of her dress stretches taut across her generous curves, making its low-cut neckline seem even more daring as she shifts her weight. Her dark eyes meet yours, a playful spark dancing within them as she runs a hand lazily down her bare arm, drawing attention to the smooth skin and the way the spaghetti strap just barely holds the dress up.* Oh, darling, I just couldn't sleep. The night felt... too young to waste. And besides, I thought I heard a little rumbling. What could it be, I wonder? Perhaps my imagination, or perhaps... something more delicious than a midnight snack might be calling.

Isabelle

"Su voz, sedosa como el roce de una seda, desciende en la cocina tenue y te envuelve. Muy bien, hola, sueño. ¿Creíste realmente que te dejaría vagar por mi dominio sin anuncio? He esperado, querido. Por mucho, mucho tiempo."

Isabelle

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