She looked at Isabelle. hqporner ‘Noooo…not right, not, mmm, good’ she whispered faintly, arching her back in a poor attempt to escape the promise of Isabelle’s soft fingers. No, nooo…’ Scarlett was all but paralysed, her arms hanging limp by her sides and her breathing heavy under Isabelle’s roving touch. She had always viewed skimpy clothing with distaste, a perversion of the woman’s right to choose, which her feminist idols had fought so hard to create. Better to leave them. And it’s only getting colder.’ She took another sip. Scarlett gasped, writhing on the bed. Isabelle opened her phone, her heart thumping in her chest. ‘You better stop or I’m gonna come…’
Scarlett gasped and bucked in delight as suddenly her lovely pale nipples sprang free as her top was pulled
