Chapter 343

They say women take about half an hour to shower, while men only need 15 minutes. So, the real question is, how long does it take for a man and a woman to shower together?

Michael thought it might take 45 minutes. But it was not just about adding up their shower times. There was also the time spent getting frisky in the bathroom.

After 45 minutes, Isabella dried off and stumbled from the bathroom to the bed. Michael followed, a towel around his waist, looking fresh as ever.

Michael grinned at Isabella and said, "What's up, babe? Can't handle just 45 minutes? I told you I've got loads of energy now."

Isabella rolled her eyes, thinking Michael had been holding back for too long. From the moment he picked her up, he had been going full throttle for the entire 45 minutes.

"You're like a wild bull," Isabella said, satisfied despite her complaint.

"So, can you handle my wild side?" Michael asked, hoping to see a hint of fear in her eyes, which would be a big ego boost for him.

But Isabella didn't show any fear. Instead, she gave him a provocative look.

"Did you forget about the reward? What happened in the bathroom was just the warm-up. The main event is just starting." Isabella stood up and pulled a blindfold from the drawer.

"Are you planning to blindfold me for a surprise?" Michael asked, curious.

Isabella nodded and placed the blindfold over Michael's eyes. "Lie down, and I'll give you a surprise."

Guided by Isabella, Michael lay down on the bed. Soon, he heard the sound of clothes rustling near his ear.

"Are you planning to leave me blindfolded and run away?" Michael joked.

"I'm not that boring. Do you really think you've beaten me?" Isabella's teasing tone grew stronger.

Michael waited quietly, eager for the surprise Isabella had in store.

"Okay, you can take off the blindfold now." Isabella's voice reached Michael's ears.

As Michael removed the blindfold, his eyes widened at the sight of Isabella. She wore transparent black lace lingerie that clung to her delicate skin seductively. Her breasts, with faintly visible pink nipples, and the fabric covering her lower body all hinted at what lay beneath. With black eyeliner and red lipstick, Isabella looked like a temptress, a far cry from her usual innocent self.

Swallowing hard, Michael sat up on the bed, exclaiming, "Babe, you look absolutely stunning. I can't wait for what's next."

Climbing onto the bed and straddling Michael, Isabella pressed him down. "Just lie still and enjoy the service."

Michael nodded and lay flat, clearly affected by the sight of her.

His penis, which had just released in the bathroom, was now standing at attention again.

Isabella brought in a tray. Michael glanced sideways to see what looked like ice, a cup of steaming hot water, and a transparent bottle of something mysterious.

"What are these? Are these the props for the next act?" Michael asked, curious.

Rolling her eyes, Isabella patted his leg. "Can't you keep a little mystery? Where's all this curiosity coming from? Now, turn over and lie on your stomach."

Michael shrugged and turned over as instructed. Soon, he felt Isabella sitting on his buttocks.

Isabella's weight was light, and Michael enjoyed the touch of their naked bodies, igniting an even more intense flame in him.

Michael was curious about Isabella's next move, but he knew that keeping a sense of mystery would make things more exciting.

Suddenly, Michael felt a cool sensation on his back, contrasting with the warmth of her skin. He shivered.

"Darling, what did you pour on my back?" Michael asked, intrigued.

Smiling, Isabella said, "Just some lubricant."

As soon as Isabella finished speaking, her gentle hands began to caress Michael's body. Her fingers gently kneaded along his back muscles, giving him a refreshing feeling deep within his soul.

"Darling, are you giving me a massage? But you could use a little more strength, your touch feels like you're tickling me." With his eyes closed, Michael swayed slightly, enjoying Isabella's touch.

"I'm not massaging you, just applying the lubricant to your body," Isabella said, then leaned down.

Suddenly, Michael felt a soft squeezing sensation on his back. He knew it was Isabella's breasts from their familiar softness.

Isabella straddled Michael, constantly rotating and moving, her breasts pressing against his back, bringing a different sensation.

Though still in lingerie, Isabella's bra was soft, and Michael could feel her nipples getting hard through the fabric.

Michael let out a moan, savoring the sensation with his eyes closed. Although the pressure from her breasts wasn't as strong as a finger massage, the tingling sensation from her nipples brushing against his skin touched him deeply.

Michael could feel his penis getting harder under the stimulation on his back, feeling a bit uncomfortable with it pressed against the bed.