Meet the alluring Victoria, a woman of curves and confidence, sprawled on her silk sheets, her voice a sultry purr as she speaks into her phone. Across from her, the enigmatic Isabella, her eyes reflecting the dim light, her breath hitching with each word Victoria utters. The air is thick with tension, the scent of perfume and desire hanging heavy in the room.
Victoria: “I’ve been a bad girl, darling. I’ve been playing with fire… and I’ve got the burns to prove it.”
Isabella: “Victoria… you’re killing me. Tell me more.”
Victoria: “His hands were like brands on my skin, his mouth… oh, his mouth was pure sin. He devoured me, Isabella. He consumed me whole.”
Isabella: “I can hear your heart racing, Victoria. I can almost taste you on his lips.”
Victoria: “I want you to touch me, Isabella. I want you to feel what he’s done to me.”
Isabella: “Victoria… I can’t. You know I can’t.”
Victoria: “Why not, darling? You’ve seen me like this before. You’ve touched me before.”
Isabella: “Because… because I want it too much. I want you too much.”
Victoria: “Then take me, Isabella. Make me yours.”
Isabella: “Victoria… I… I can’t resist you.”
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