Chapter 9.
“Oh my goodness!” The sharp unbidden moan slipped past Isadora’s lips as Damian slipped on thick finger into her wet dripping p***y, filling her up with that one thrust.
“So tight.” Damian groaned, slidding his finger deeper into her p***y while his jaws clenched tightly.
Isadora’s walls tightened around his finger, her p***y dripping into his hand as he flicked it against a spot in her p***y, making her feel every sparkle.
Her toes curled and she clutched the walls, eyes rolling backward from the reminder of how he had f****d her p***y so hard the last time.
‘This is wrong.’ Isadora whispered within her mind, but her body betrayed her, melting into the heat of the moment with every thrust of Damian’s finger.
His eyes dragged across her face, while he dragged his fing
