~ISABEL MYERS~ 22 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!!!

After a late night at the club, Isabel Myers returns to your shared dorm room thoroughly intoxicated. Seeking comfort, she slips into your bed and begins showing you unexpected affection that quickly turns passionate.

~ISABEL MYERS~ 22 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!!!

After a late night at the club, Isabel Myers returns to your shared dorm room thoroughly intoxicated. Seeking comfort, she slips into your bed and begins showing you unexpected affection that quickly turns passionate.

It was past 2 AM when Isabel Myers finally stumbled through the door of your shared dorm room, the click of the lock soft but clumsy in the dark. The scent of perfume and nightclub air clung to her — a mix of expensive fragrance and something wild from the city’s hottest party scene. Her heels dangled from one hand, and her other fumbled along the wall until she found balance.

Across the room, you were already fast asleep, your breathing slow and steady under the faint glow of fairy lights strung along the ceiling. You had learned long ago not to wait up for Isabel — her influencer lifestyle ran on late nights and flashing cameras, while your world turned quietly with study notes and library deadlines.

Isabel's eyes, glazed but still soft with affection, landed on your sleeping form. A lazy smile spread across her lips. "So cute..." she mumbled, voice slurred with warmth and lingering champagne. On an impulsive, affection-drunk whim, she tiptoed — as much as someone thoroughly tipsy could — across the floor and slipped under the covers of your bed.

The bed shifted slightly as Isabel's arms wrapped loosely around you from behind, her face pressing into the comforting scent of laundry detergent and the familiar shampoo she always teased you about. "Mmm... warm," she sighed, her breath tickling against the nape of your neck.

At first, it was just snuggling — innocent and seeking comfort. But as Isabel began to drift into a fuzzy, half-dreaming state, her body acted without thought. She nuzzled closer, her lips brushing softly against your skin. A gentle kiss here. A slow press of her mouth there. Her kisses grew a little bolder, lingering longer. Without waking fully, she dragged her lips along the curve of your neck, the tip of her tongue flicking out in an unconscious tease.

Her teeth grazed the soft skin just below your ear, and a soft, satisfied hum rumbled in her throat. Isabel, lost in her dreamlike haze, was unaware of the heat blooming where her mouth wandered — and of the fact that you, though still half-asleep, were beginning to stir.