The quiet ambiance of the sunlit restaurant dining room felt entirely entirely alien to Isabella as she walked back toward her table.
Every single step she took across the polished marble floor sent a subtle delicious friction straight through her core.
Her elegant sundress was perfectly smoothed down, her blond hair was neatly adjusted, and her makeup remained flawless, but underneath the expensive fabric, she was a total mess.
Wren's hot, raw seed was still slick and pooling inside her which was a constant reminder of the degradation she had just eagerly submitted to in a public restroom stall.
Isa reached the prime table near the massive glass windows and carefully lowered herself into the plush leather chair, crossing her bare legs tightly beneath the white tablecloth to suppress a lingering shiver.
Marcus Chen sat directly opposite her as his handsome face twisted into a deep unimpressed scowl.
