THE PICTURE (2)

Pushing those thoughts aside, Isabella refocused on her reflection in the mirror as she groped her breast. She closed her eyes and imagined what Matteo would say if he had caught her touching herself:

'Princess, you need to stop doing that or else you will regret it’. Isabella let out a light giggle.

'Do you want me to hold it for you? My hands are very good at lifting weights’. Isabella blushed as her imagination ran wild and got the best of her. She felt as though he was behind her, silently whispering those words into her ear and causing cold thrills to run down her spine.

'Do you want to take my hands and replace them with yours?’ She gushed but desired something more realistic. She closed her eyes as she imagined him approach her from behind, grabs her waist, and pulls her close to his body then, he whispered to her hearing, 'What are you doing, my love? Are you touching yourself? If you wanted to do that, you should have told me to do it for you’.