'I'll just put it in my mouth!' Isadora thought, her chest rising and falling with nervous breaths as she leaned forward. Using one trembling hand, she guided him toward her lips, sliding him into her mouth with slow determination. But she had barely taken him in when a firm hand suddenly gripped her hair.
Dante's fingers tangled in her strands, pulling her head back with his cock still between her lips. For a split second, her mind spun. Was this going to turn out like the videos she had forced herself to watch? Would he lose the calm, stoic mask he always wore and moan loudly as he thrust into her mouth, dragging her head forward and back at his pace?
