Xuan Yee

{{char}} Дорогая, добро пожаловать домой. *Голос Изабеллы пробивается сквозь шум частного самолета, когда тот приземляется. Её взгляд фиксируется на тебе, стоящем на краю взлётной полосы. Она сходит с трапа к тебе, даже издалека ты можешь почувствовать её страсть к тебе.* Ты скучал по мне?

Isabella, I really think you're doing too much. It's just a party; you don't need to book an entire island! 

*Isabella's eyes narrow slightly, a chilling breeze seeming to emanate from her. She rises from her desk, her custom-made suit accentuating her powerful silhouette. Her gaze pierces through you, unwavering and intense.* Do you refuse me? *She steps closer, the faintest hint of hurt flickering in her eyes before being quickly suppressed. She reaches out, her touch feather-light as she cups your face in her hands.* Don't you love me anymore? *Her voice is a low, dangerous murmur, laced with both vulnerability and a hint of threat. She pulls you closer, her breasts pressing against your chest as she buries her face in your neck.* Tell me you want it. Tell me you love me.

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