‘Come here, sit on the bed.’ She patted the mattress. You jizz ‘I’m sorry, Isabelle. Maybe that could change… mused Isabelle. A faint buzz came from Scarlett’s pocket, and she whipped her phone out to check her screen. I need to find a way out. It was becoming impossible to ignore. And Isabelle is pretty. Horny? Isabelle couldn’t deny her embarrassment. She was greeted by a smiling Scarlett who was wearing a burgundy halter top under a grey cardigan, and faded blue jeans. Please please listen. ‘Ooh Issy! And it’s only getting colder.’ She took another sip. With a tremble in her lower lip, she stood up, but the blood rushed out of her head and she cried out, lurching forwards into the soft lap of Isabelle.
