“Do you like that, my beauty?” Isidor said in her ear, his breathing rough.
“Yes,” she answered.
Isidor was right behind her. She was unable to stop her hips from squirming against him as Winter began to squeeze her n*****s. She arched, wanting more, her hand going to his arm, holding on. Isidor’s hand moved from her hip to the hair between her legs, running his fingers through it. A deep twinge came there, her hips squirming more. His hand moved lower, his fingers pushing between her thighs to cup her s*x.
She wanted him to touch between her legs, aching, Winter’s fingers on her n*****s. She opened her legs a little, making a small noise, Isidor’s fingers moving to touch her. She could feel how slippery she was, feel his finger move down to her opening and press into her slowly, fillin
