ISABELLA.
The morning after the party, I couldn’t stop smiling the entire ride back home. Arabella and I were sitting in the back of the Uber while the driver played some quiet music. I kept staring out the window with this satisfied little grin on my face, replaying everything that happened last night in Michael’s guest room. The way he was on his knees, face buried between my legs, licking my p***y like a desperate man while my twin sister slept right next door. The way his voice shook when I told him he wasn’t getting to f**k me. How helpless and horny he looked when I sent him back to his room with blue balls and my taste still all over his mouth. It made me feel so powerful. So f*****g wet all over again just thinking about it.
Arabella noticed immediately. She turned to me and rais
