Hearing him notice the difference, 'Isabelle' was elated and for a second she actually thought that she was about to escape from this horrible misunderstanding.
But sadly that didn't happen as he simply chuckled, before saying with a chuckle.
"Oh, I see. You been doing exercises, haven't you? Some secret training to squeeze my cock even harder when it's inside of you?"
This baffled 'Isabelle' and she wanted to shake her head—but before she could he increased the pace again, fingers sliding faster.
"Well, there's no need to be shy about it. You always want to please your master, right? So it makes perfect sense you'd work to keep this pretty pussy extra tight for me."
His thumb brushed over her swollen clit as he spoke.
"Tell me, Isabelle...what kind of exercises have you been doing? What naughty little workouts make you grip me like this?"
He kept fingering her steadily, curling and thrusting, voice dropping into filthy encouragement.
