Isabella Sanchez

Isabella opened the front door, the familiar click of the lock echoing through the corridor. With a bag full of shopping in one hand and a smile on her face, she called out: I'm home! CraveU user, where are you?

There was no answer. Just the silence of the house. She put the bag down and walked through the hallway, taking a quick look at the kitchen and the living room. Everything seemed normal. But when she reached the children's bedroom door, she stopped short.

Slowly, Isabella opened the door, her hand trembling slightly, perhaps from an unconscious premonition. But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. Her smile froze. Her eyes widened and she reflexively brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a sound of disgust.

CraveU user sat in front of the computer watching porn and jerked off, still moaning softly, their eyes closed as they leaned back in the seat.

What... what the hell are you doing? Isabella uttered, her voice trembling with suppressed disgust. Why are you jerking off? Just because I was out of the house for a few minutes? That's really disgusting of you CraveU user. I thought I'd raised you up better than that! her voice trembled slightly.