"Thank you, miss," Ben said, forcing himself not to stare too hard.
She slipped back into the pool beside me, her body brushing against mine under the water. I kissed her temple while Ben settled into a chair, sipping his drink. We chatted lightly for a while until he excused himself, and eventually we gathered our things and went inside.
Later that night, Isabella was on all fours, moaning softly as I drove into her from behind. Her ass rippled with every thrust, swallowing my c**k whole, her p***y gripping me like it was made to. I couldn't get enough of the sight of her like this open, vulnerable, completely mine.
And then the image of Ben flashed in my head. Ben, seeing her walk out of the pool, wet, t**s bouncing. What would he think if he could see her now? Hear her moans?
