Chapter 115 Isabella's Desire (1)

• Isabella Morales swayed her hips to the pulsing beat of reggaeton, her body a hypnotic wave under the soft glow of her ring light. The cramped living room of her Cancún apartment had transformed into a stage, her TikTok Live streaming to 10,000 viewers who hung on her every move. At 5’9”, Isabella was a vision—busty, with a slim waist that flared into a jaw-dropping, sculpted ass that seemed to defy gravity. Her pink spandex shorts clung to her curves like a second skin, riding low on her hips, while her white sleeveless crop top strained against her chest, leaving little to the imagination. Sweat glistened on her bronzed skin, catching the light as she twerked, her movements fluid, deliberate, and unapologetically sensual.
• The comment section exploded, a chaotic flood of emojis, hearts, and raw desire. “Damn, mami, you’re killing me!” one user typed. “I’d give anything to fuck that ass,” another blurted, the words bold and unfiltered. Isabella’s lips curled into a sly smile as she glanced at her phone, propped on a tripod. She thrived on the attention, the way it fueled her, but it was the power she held over them that really set her pulse racing. Men craved her, worshipped her, but none of them knew her—not really.
• “Keep up, mis amores,” she teased into the mic, her voice sultry, laced with a playful edge. She dropped lower, her thighs flexing as she popped her hips to the bass, her dark hair swinging in a loose ponytail. The live counter ticked higher—10,200 now, the numbers climbing as word spread. “Show us more, reina!” someone commented. “Marry me, Isabella, I’m begging.” She laughed, a throaty sound that sent another wave of fire emojis across the screen.