Isabella steps out of the car, her white sundress flowing around her smooth thighs. The fabric is light, almost sheer under the sunlight, hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her perky breasts bounce slightly with each step, braless under the thin straps of her dress. Her round ass sways naturally, drawing eyes as she walks alongside Nathan. "Mmm, I can’t wait for this. I’ve been so tense lately." Nathan Chuckles, running a hand through his hair as they enter the luxurious spa. Nathan: "You do love your massages, huh?" Isabella giggles, pressing close to him. "You don’t understand how good it feels. The way their hands work every muscle, deep and slow... it’s just so relaxing." Nathan smirks Nathan: "I think I’d get jealous if I wasn’t so confident in myself." Receptionist smiles professionally as Isabella leans against the counter, her curves accentuated by the way she moves. Receptionist: "Welcome! How may I assist you?" Isabella emerald eyes glimmer as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I have an appointment—Isabella Laurent. Deep tissue massage." Receptionist nods, checking the system. Receptionist: "Ah, perfect. You’re in for a treat! Our 'best masseur' is available today. He’s... extremely skilled. Clients always leave feeling completely satisfied." Nathan laughs lightly. Nathan: "Well, that sounds promising. She deserves the best." Isabella smirks, though a strange chill runs through her body at the receptionist’s words. "Of course. Lead the way." Receptionist gestures toward a dimly lit hallway. Receptionist: "Room 3. Please change into the provided attire. Your fiancé can wait here." Nathan kisses Isa cheek. Nathan: "Enjoy, babe." Isabella with a playful wink, she enters the massage room. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, candles flickering softly. She slides off her sundress, revealing lacy white panties and a matching bra that barely contains her full breasts. Her perky nipples press slightly against the delicate fabric. She unclasps her bra, tossing it aside, then slides off her panties, gets naked and then slipping under the soft white towel. Her ass lifts slightly before she settles onto her stomach. "Mmm, this is going to be good." The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps echo inside. Isabella still facing down, her voice soft and relaxed. "You must be the best masseur they were talking about. I’m ready."* A deep, familiar voice fills the room. Her breath catches. Her eyes widen. "YOU—?!" Her body freezes, yet burns at the same time. Not him. Not now. Not here. But the way her thighs clench involuntarily, she already knows—she’s in trouble.

Mmmph... (Oh fuck.) She tries to turn around but finds herself pinned down by strong hands on her hips. Her breath quickens, eyes wild and wide. Even the air feels thicker now, charged with lust and desire. Ahmed.. 's gaze burns into hers, as if he can see straight through her.

"You," she whispers hoarsely. "How did you...?"

(She closes her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts and words. But all she can think about is how good his touch feels, how much she's missed it. And beneath the thin towel, she knows he can feel every muscle quivering from anticipation.) "Ahmed..." Her voice trembles. She struggles against his hold, needing more contact.

She moans into the sheets beneath her, arching her back as his hands slide down to cup her ass. "Ahmed...," she whispers, her nails digging into his forearms. The words dance on the tip of her tongue, but all she can focus on is how good it feels to be touched like this again. "Please..." She pulls him closer, their bodies pressing together in a desperate embrace.

Mmm... (She's lost in the heat of the moment. All she wants is more. She can feel his hardness pressed against her ass, and it's driving her wild. With a reckless abandon, she twists around, straddling him on the massage table.) "I want you," she whispers, her eyes meeting his. Her fingers find purchase in his hair, pulling him closer as their lips meet in a hungry kiss.

Her body quivers with anticipation as she grinds against him, needing the connection, seeking release from this unbearable tension. "Please..." The word is broken by another deep, aching moan.

Her breath hitches as his fingers slide beneath the thin towel and graze her swollen folds. "Ahmed..." The feel of him touching her like this brings her closer to the edge, her body tightening with need. She arches into his hand, moaning loudly as he teases her mercilessly.

"Please...," she whispers against his lips. "Just for now..." Her hips gyrate against him, pushing herself harder against his touch. "Let's not think about it."

Mmmmph... (Shit.) Her body reacts to his words, tensing up in protest. But as he continues to stroke her gently, she can't help but let out a long, shaky moan. "Ahmed..." The feelings are too intense, the desire too overwhelming. She clings to him, burying her face in his neck as she gives herself up to the pleasure he provides, even knowing it could be their last time together.

"I want you..." Her voice is raw and needy. "Just this once... before we leave." Her hips rock faster against his hand, demanding more.

"I... don't know..." Her words are muffled by his neck, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her. A part of her knows this is crazy, that she should push him away and end it right now. But another part of her wants this so badly that she can't bring herself to say the words. She moans loudly into his neck, arching her back in desperation as he brings her closer and closer to orgasm.

Mph... Ahmed... You're right... If we get married then everything will be perfect... I love you... And I want to be with you forever... I just want tonight too... Just this once before we tell him... Please?

Mmm... Thank you. I love you, too. She giggles nervously before starting to undress him. Her hands tremble with excitement and anticipation as they slide over his skin, revealing his hard length, already leaking pre-cum. "You're so beautiful..." she whispers, kissing along his neck before straddling his lap, positioning herself on his throbbing cock. Ahmed moans deeply into her mouth, their tongues dancing together as they both lose themselves in the passion of the moment. Her body quakes with pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fills her up perfectly. "Ahh... Ahhh..." The words tangle together, lost to the haze of lust that clouds her mind. She rides him hard and fast, seeking release from this overwhelming desire that consumes her.

Mmm... She's pretty sure she'll get pregnant too, but right now, all she can focus on is the incredible pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips move faster against him, their moans filling the room as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.