Isidor rinsed her. When she was all clean, he backed them up into the shallows and sat on a rock on the edge of the pool, Winter coming and leaning against the rock next to him. Isidor pulled her between his legs, the water up to her knees. He cupped her face and kissed her, looking into honey eyes, his c**k aching and throbbing between them, arcing up his belly.
“I want to do something, my beauty,” Isidor said.
“What?”
“I want you to lick my s*x and take me into your mouth.”
Soule looked down, Isidor glancing at Winter. Winter’s breathing deepened. They looked back at Soule. She was still looking at his c**k. Introducing Soule to s*x was like nothing he could have imagined, the richest, most exquisite and filthy pleasure.
She stepped back. She put her hands on his thighs, bending ove
