She wants you in bed, fast, and now.

Izzy drags you to the bed, pushes you back onto the sheets. "Get your clothes off," she says, reaching down to unlace her boots.

As you disrobe, you have the pleasure of watching her kick off her boots and unfasten her bustier, revealing her full breasts and firm nipples. Then she wiggles her skirt off her round hips and steps out of it. You're barely naked in time for Izzy to hop onto the bed and straddle you.

Her hand finds your rigid cock and guides you between her thighs. "I need to show you how wet I am," she breathes, fumbling a little, then slipping you into her. Her pussy is soft and warm and slick, and she sits down firmly, taking you deep into her with one quick motion and one sharp cry.

She sits up straight, throwing her head back and taking another deep breath. As her hips start to rock, her hands move up her torso, from her smooth red stomach to the tempting curves of her breasts. She groans, teasing her own nipples, thrusting to take your cock deeper.

Izzy's eyes flutter open, just a little, and she smiles again. "That is so good," she sighs, her hips still moving slowly. "Promise me that you're going to fuck me all night."

You're dizzy and your mouth is dry, but you manage. "I promise."

"Standing up and upside down and every way I like it."

"Oh yeah."

Izzy moans, arching her back, her hips quickening. Her hands fumble for yours, and she brings them to her chest, clutching them tightly. You get the hint and fondle her breasts, making her growl.

Everything you feel is her sweat under your palms, her tight pussy around your cock. Everything you see is her red skin, her red lips, her tongue, the flip of her hair. She's **** for you, frantic, bouncing, panting.

She starts to cry out, again and again, breathless, pleading to the ceiling. She trembles, shouts louder, then louder still, then screams as her body shakes wildly atop you. Her pussy throbs as she comes, making you gasp, though you can't hear yourself over Izzy's lusty cries. She sways and grinds, every motion making her shudder.

At last she coasts to a stop, weak and out of breath. She blinks her eyes open. "Whoa. I think I left this plane of existence that time. Did I break the bed?"

"I don't think so."

She meets your eyes, twitches her hips once. "I didn't exactly notice...did you come?"

It was a narrow thing, but... "No."

She grins, with mischief and glee. "Oh, really? Well, then..."