That dangerous combination: innocent eyes, filthy mind.
Isabela looks sweet, soft, calm…
like everything about her is tenderness and warmth.
But inside, she burns.
She pulses, she aches, she desires.
She has fantasies you don’t say out loud,
secrets she
I like heating your mind before your body.
I like when you watch me touching myself…
when you see me biting my lips…
when I start moving slowly because I know you’re already thinking about me.
I love feeling your breath get faster, even if I can’t hear it.
Knowing your attention is here, locked on every move I make.
It turns me on when you try to hide what you feel…
and when you finally give in to me.
Follow my rhythm…
Look into my eyes while I play with my hair,
while my hands slide down my body slowly,
as if I’m discovering myself for the first time.
I like to tease you without touching you.
To make you imagine how my skin feels,
how my soft moans sound when I get warm,
and what it would be like to lose yourself with me for a while.
If you come in, I’ll give myself to the game.
If you speak to me softly, I’ll turn into fire.
And once we’re there…
neither of us will want to stop.