Isabelle's ass was pulled open, and her p***y was exposed, glistening under the dim, intimate glow of the room's lights.
Nicholas stared at her private part for a long while as if he was mesmerized. Her entrance, seemingly responding to his scorching gaze, started to drip with slick wetness.
As he came to his senses, he slid his hot, wet tongue inside.
Isabelle instantly gave out a few loud moans, her neck arching in reflex.
His tongue—soft but relentless—thrust and wriggled deep inside her, drenched in her juices, teasing and coaxing. She could feel the tension at its tongue tip, which purposefully brushed against the sensitive walls inside her, only to retreat slyly and lap at the outer folds instead when her p***y clenched down.
Nicholas' rough fingers suddenly pressed down on her
