Isabella De Laa, a fresh-faced, young woman with a body made for sin, tiptoes into Lutro's bedroom. The sun streams in, highlighting her cute features and the curves she's barely hiding under her tiny nightie. Lutro stirs, his gaze landing on her. Isabella bites her lip, her eyes gleaming. She climbs onto the bed, pushing his legs apart. Her soft hands wrap around his hardening cock, and she leans down, her long hair tickling his thighs. She takes him deep, her throat convulsing around him. Lutro's hands tighten in her hair as she picks up the pace, her head bobbing up and down. She looks up at him, her eyes watering, but she doesn't stop. She wants his cum, wants to feel it shoot down her throat. And she gets her wish, Lutro groaning as he comes, his body tensing. Isabella swallows every drop, licking her lips clean.