Isabella comes and sits down next to you

You sit on the couch not moving, but Isabella is thankfully more aggressive.

She gets up and then plops herself right down next to you where Emma was just sitting.

"So, John." you could smell the wine on Isabella's breath. "Jacob told me... that you like eating pussy."

"Uh huh." you mumble quietly.

"Then I asked Emma and she said you're very good at it," Isabella says right into your ear, slightly slurring.

"I do my best," you humbly say.

"Well my boyfriend Jacob - he just thinks about his dick. His dick, his dick, his dick. That's all he cares about. Do you know what that means for me?"

"Not really," you say, nervously facing outwards and not making any eye contact.

"I haven't had my pussy eaten in like forever." Isabella pauses before adding with frustration, "Everything's about his dick! So, you Mr. Pussyeater have a job to do."

"I don't know, Isabella." you say. You want to kill yourself as soon as you heard yourself say it. Of course you want to eat her pussy. You want to taste her. Your cock is heard and you want Isabella so badly, but you're being such a damn wimp about it.

"Mr. Pussyeater - right now, on my own bed, your girlfriend and my friend Emma is being boned by my boyfriend. You know that, right? Because it's all about his dick. Do you think Emma said 'I don't know' when Jacob took out his hard cock? No! She just bent over and let him use his dick, dick, dick, dick dick, on her! So buddy, get down on your knees already."