Leonardo was laying on the bed in the spacious bedroom inside the mansion, his eyes fixed indifferently at the interior decor of the white ceiling above him. He was irritated by the constant images of Isabella running through his mind, which kept his c**k in a semi-hard position. He kept picturing how Isabella had stripped in front of him in his office yesterday. He couldn’t stop thinking about Isabella. He could still clearly recall how seductive she appeared to be when she took off her top and revealed her enormous, fleshy, round breast that was concealed in her black bra.
Leonardo has been drinking alcohol since yesterday simply to get the thought of Isabella out of his mind, but he finds it more difficult and challenging the more he thinks about her. He would picture himself f*****g I
