Unable to resist any longer, Oliver's hand slid down her stomach, slipping under the band of her panties. His fingers brushed against her slick folds.
Isolde jerked, gasping. "Ahhhhnnnn! W-wait—!"
But her body betrayed her, her hips lifting into his hand, desperate for more.
"So wet already…" Oliver muttered, his fingers sliding along her slit, spreading her juices.
"D-don't say it like that… ahhhhnnn~!" she whimpered, but her moans only grew louder as he circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
Her thighs quivered, squeezing around his hand. "Nnnhhh~! T-too much—ahhh! My body… it's… it's burning!"
Oliver kissed her again, swallowing her moans as his fingers slipped inside, stretching her tight virgin walls.
Isolde's eyes flew wide, her nails raking down his back. "Ahhhhhhhnnnn! S-so deep! O-Oliver—! Mmmhhhhnnnn—!"
Her juices coated his fingers as he thrust them in and out, curling to rub against her sweet spot.
