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Izabelle sighed as she stared at the girl’s body. She has a perfect body. Perfect for anyone. Nice and portable boobs, a thin waist, and then a nice ass. No wonder Marcel is interested in the girl. She couldn't help but feel jealous after all, she wasn't so shameful as this girl. Even if she does go to the gym regularly, she still has a long way to go. Her boobs aren't that portable and nice looking, her waist wasn't that thin either. Even her ass way….. Goodness. What must she say again? Maybe she should just stop the comparison.

'I don't need it, I have a lot of them already' 'I saw what you gifted my sister, Clara, It's the same. 'You did, wow! I guess that was a message' his face brightened. 'why do you hate me, am I not attractive enough? Isabella held her breasts and slightly swayed it upward, downwards till it bounced slowly. Leo's eyes were struggling to get itself off those large breasts, and it was early for his mind to form such image_sinful image. 'I don't hate you, it's just that I don't have feelings for you' 'But! you have feelings for my body, and I see your eyes still crawling over my breasts'.

Then again, it made sense as she had grown up, and once women grew up, none of them were easy to deal with. Andrew pondered for a moment before saying, "My medical skills are indeed pretty decent. But are you serious about the breast enhancement?" Isabelle's face finally turned red as she replied, "Of course, I'm serious! I've looked like this since I was little. I'm not tall, my chest didn't develop, and my legs aren't long either. You know how old I am this year, right? I'm 25 years old. "At this age, I should have graduated from college and be dating by now. But look at me! I look no different from a middle school student. I want a figure like that lady in the red dress, or like Mikayla's

And I didn’t know what scared me more, seeing Maya as a woman I could almost understand or realizing she might not be the only one breaking. I was still fixing the last pin on Maya’s hair when the door swung open and Isabella waltzed in like a gust of perfume and arrogance. “Ugh, what’s that smell?” she said, fanning her nose with two fingers. “Boiled cabbage? Is that you?” I didn’t answer. I focused on the pins. One more twist and Maya’s bun would be done. Maya chuckled. “Be nice. She just called me beautiful.” Isabella raised a brow. “Oh? Did she now?” She leaned on the vanity, crossing her arms.

“Stop testing me, Handsome Boy. You'll see when I officially become your stepmother. I guarantee you will like me more than your biological mother." While Kara gaped behind Isabela's back, Frank laughed dryly. "You're so confident." “Hubby, have you forgotten who your future wife is? I'm Isabela Hall, the dream girl of every man on earth. They call me perfect. I'm beautiful, rich, and talented. There's nothing I can't do.” Kara silently looked down with her mouth twitching. The more she got to know the model, the more she understood why Frank chose herself.

Nisha cried out loud and shouted at the top of her voice. “How on earth do you expect me to love a monster like you! How do you expect me to believe you're not after something only you would gain from, uhn! Nisha screamed and went out of the room. ................. Caleb went to his favorite spot again, hoping he would meet Isabelle. Fortunately, he met her and was glad to see her again. Isabelle had a honey brown curly hair which was full, her eyelashes were long and attractive. Her eyes were sky blue and her lips were gorgeously pink. Caleb admired every part of her, from her physical appearance to her character.

Isobel, a somewhat dominant female of my pack, called out as she walked over to my desk. When my eyes glanced up at her, it took a lot of energy not to roll them at her outfit alone. The tank top she wore cut far too low and exposed a lot of her breasts, making it look like a hungry infant would want to be fed at the sight of her. The black skirt she had on left little to the imagination as well. Isobel liked to wear her long, blonde hair straightened so it fell to the middle of her back and over her breasts. Then she caked on mascara and lipstick to accentuate her gray-blue eyes and full lips.

“Ummm…. Ahhh…” He hovered over her, covering her small frame with his beastly form. He eyed her boobs and immediately held them in his rough palms. "Fuck! They’re so soft!" He hissed slowly, feeling the softness of her boobs. “I’ve imagined doing this to your big boobs since the time my eyes fell on them. You’re gifted with a nice pair of them. I feel like tearing them up and eating them.” He huskily whispered, grating his teeth which clearly showed his desire for her, making Isabella red in shyness.

“It’s still kind of boring.” Isabel looked at the ceiling. “I gave birth to my biggest haters.” Isaac stayed seated on the small couch, one ankle over his knee, eyes moving over her slowly before he looked back at her face. “It looks good.” “Good,” Mia repeated. “Not amazing.” “Thank you for that review,” Isabel said dryly, then went back inside. The second dress was cream, tighter, with thin straps and a slit up one leg. She walked out adjusting the fabric over her hip. Mia’s eyes widened. Zack made a face like he could not decide if he liked it.

Sebastian immediately went downstairs. Not waiting long under the dormitory floor, a silhouette appeared within Sebastian's line of sight. Isabella was tall, almost one meter eight, just half a head shorter than Sebastian. That pair of thin and well-proportioned long legs, like a walking model, extra eye-catching. Dressed in a sports outfit, with a sports bandana tied to her forehead. Isabella's looks were drop-dead gorgeous, very much the flavor of an oriental woman. Her facial features are delicate, as if she often sunbathes for the reason that her skin is a very healthy light wheat color.