Her tongue became a whirlwind, swirling madly around the sensitive head, flicking the slit, driving me insane.
My gaze dropped to her breasts—full, heavy, flushed, swaying with every movement. Leaning forward, I covered the soft mound of her right breast with my large hand.
My palm rubbed her nipple—already tight and aching—first in slow circles, then adding pressure, rolling the hardened bud between my fingers, pinching and pulling just enough to send sharp jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her clit.
Isabella cried out around my cock—"Mmmph—!" the vibration sending shockwaves through me. Her back arched, pushing her breast more firmly into my hand, silently demanding more. Good girl.
I gave it to her—squeezing the full mound, twisting her nipple sharply, tugging in time with the rhythm of her mouth on my cock.
The dual stimulation was a drug. Her body convulsed, her thighs pressing together, seeking friction she wouldn't find.
