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Giovanni firmly grasped Isabella's hips, pulling her forcefully towards the desk positioned by the window in her room. A squeal escaped her lips as he commanded her legs apart, bending her over and compelling her hands to rest upon the wooden surface. The threat of punishment lingered in the air, causing Isabella to remain frozen in place, driven by sheer terror. Yet, despite her fear, the evidence of her arousal became undeniable as her juices trickled down the inside of her trembling thighs, permeating the air with the scent of her desire.

With a purposeful motion, Giovanni lowered Isabella's panties to her ankles, exposing her most intimate part, her Pussy. The fabric, soaked with her wetness, could no longer withstand the strain and tore at the front, prompting a laugh to escape his lips. He smacked her arse firmly with his palm, relishing in the act of degradation, reminding her of her status as a willing participant in their depraved encounter. Picking up the torn remnants of he