Isabella teased Carlos

Isabella must have wandered into a different part of the party, because the atmosphere suddenly changed. Gone were the subtle flirtations and coy glances, replaced instead with a raw, unabashed lust. The air was filled with the scent of sweat and arousal, the sounds of pleasure and pain mixing together in a symphony of flesh and debauchery.

She found Carlos in the center of it all, his black mask reflecting the golden light of the torches, his body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He stood, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching for his next prey.

A woman in a red lace mask approached him, her body pressed against his. She was tall and lean, her muscles taut under the soft light. Her breasts were high and firm, her nipples visible through the thin fabric of her dress. Her ass was round and full, a perfect contrast to her muscular physique.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice low and husky, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you to fuck me hard, to make me scream."

Carlos smiled, his teeth gleaming in the flickering light. "With pleasure," he growled, his hands already on her, his fingers digging into her flesh, making her gasp with delight.

They moved together, their bodies a blur of motion, their hands exploring, caressing, claiming. Carlos' hands found the woman's breasts, squeezing and pinching, his mouth finding her neck, biting and sucking.

Isabella stepped into his view, and he stopped. Her body, encased in the gold chains, shimmered in the torchlight, her skin glowing, her breasts beautifully encased and put on display.

"Ah, there you are," Carlos whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He beckoned her closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "I was wondering when you would join us."

Isabella hesitated, spotting an opportunity to tease, if not outright humiliate Carlos.

"You appear to be occupied, good sir. I don't think it would be fair to interrupt; let me pick someone else instead to join your fun."

She walked through the crowd, the masked strangers parting before her like the sea. She scanned the bodies on display, pausing as she spotted an Adonis, his body sculpted like a Greek statue, every muscle defined and glistening. His skin was smooth and unblemished, his cock long and thick, jutting out from a nest of dark curls. He was a masterpiece, and she wanted to make him hers.

She approached him, her eyes locking with his, the heat between them palpable. He was a stranger, a black goat's mask hiding his true identity, but in that moment, it didn't matter. She wanted him, and there was no question if he wanted her.

She reached out, her hand brushing against his cock, feeling its warmth and its throbbing pulse. She grabbed it, leading him out of the crowd and onto the center of the circle, next to Carlos who still had his cock buried in the woman, though his face reflected his shock at Isabella's actions.

She looked at Carlos, a challenge in her eyes, as she led the man to the ground. She leaned in to her Adonis' ear, whispering, "Take me roughly, fuck my holes to your heart's desire. Don't hold back."

He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed her down onto the ground, his hands rough and urgent. Isabella was soaked with anticipation and he spread her legs wide, positioning himself between them to mount her. His cock was hot and hard, and she gasped as he slid into her, filling her completely. He was huge, and she could feel every inch of him as he began to thrust into her, his hips slamming against hers with a **** that took her breath away.

The man's body was a work of art, and she couldn't help but look back and marvel at it as he fucked her. His abs rippled with each thrust, his biceps flexed as he held her down. He was like a wild animal, his grunts and groans filling the air as he pounded into her.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He's shaping my cunt with his cock," she moaned, directing her words at Carlos, feeling herself stretch around her mysterious champion, feeling her pussy accommodate his size and shape. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing and circling it in time with his thrusts. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop," she begged, feeling her orgasm building, feeling the pressure in her core threatening to explode.

His cock was relentless, pounding into her again and again, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, coating his cock in her wetness. She reached back and gripped his biceps, feeling the power in them as he continued to fuck her into oblivion.

Just as she was about to come, he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her wetness. "Turn around," he growled, flipping her over onto her back. He positioned himself over her, his cock pressing against her entrance once more. She could feel the tip of his cock pushing against her, teasing her, making her beg for him.

"Please, please fuck me," she moaned, her body writhing beneath him. He obliged, slamming into her with a **** that made her cry out. His cock filled her again, stretching her, making her feel like she was being split in two. His pace was relentless, his hips slamming into hers with a **** that made her body shake. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her hard and deep, her moans and cries mixing with the sounds of flesh against flesh.

Her tits bounced in circles with his thrust, the golden chains tinkling madly, mixing with the sounds of their flesh colliding.

"You like that? My cock fucking up your insides?" He grunted.

"Yes, yes, yes, just like that. Oh god my pussy is yours, its yours, its only going to fit your cock after this, fuckkkk...". Her body shuddered, every muscle contracting at once, as her words blurred into unintelligible whimpers.

As her orgasm subsided, Isabella looked up at the man, admiring the way his body moved, the way his muscles flexed and strained with each thrust. His body was a masterpiece, and she couldn't get enough of him. Her clit throbbed, her pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to fuck her.

She turned her face, looking over at Carlos, making eye contact behind their masks. He was burning with fury, taking his anger out on the poor woman who was pushing at his thighs in an attempt to dislodge his cock, but he had a tight grip on her waist and slammed himself over and over into her, his eyes never leaving Isabella's. His face was flushed with desire and jealousy below, Isabella knew without having to see it. She smirked at him, knowing she had won this round.

Isabella could feel another orgasm building, her Adonis still pounding into her, his grunts and groans filling the air. She could feel the heat building in her core, her clit throbbing with each thrust of his cock. Her body was on fire, her skin slick with sweat, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm threatening to explode.

"Keep fucking me, oh fuck," she moaned, her hands gripping his biceps, her nails digging into his skin. "Fuck my pussy with your huge cock. It's yours now. Its molded by you cock, its only going to fit your cock now...OH FUCK!"

His pace increased, his cock slamming into her with a **** that made her scream. She could feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing, her muscles tightening. Her pussy clenched around him, her juices coating her thighs.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming again. I'm coming," she screamed, her body shuddering and shaking as her second orgasm hit her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her juices flowing as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She could feel him throbbing inside her, his cock twitching and pulsing with each thrust. He grunted and groaned, his hips slamming into hers with a final, powerful thrust.

He came, his cock pulsing inside her, his seed filling her. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent and sweaty. His cock slipped out of her, and she could feel his cum leaking out of her, dripping down her ass. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt satisfied and used, her body aching with pleasure and exhaustion.

She looked up at her Adonis, his body shining with sweat, his muscles still taut and defined. He smiled at her, a wicked grin that made her heart flutter. She smiled back, knowing that she had found a new favorite, a new toy to play with whenever she wanted. She would return for him again tonight, she decided.

Next to them, Carlos grunted, emptying his seed into the now comatose woman, her limp body flopping beneath his thrusts. Isabella took this as her cue to leave the scene, before an enraged Carlos could lash out at her.

She lifted herself up from the ground, her chains jingling, and began to walk off back into the party, her legs weak and trembling from the intensity of her fucking.