Chapter 2
Isabel's POV
I was already soaked, my p***y slick and swollen. I touched my c**t and started rubbing slow, firm circles.
A shaky breath escaped me. I closed my eyes and saw him again — rain running down his strong chest, the wet fabric stuck to his hard n*****s, his powerful shoulders rolling with every move.
My fingers moved faster. My hips lifted off the bed. A low, needy moan slipped from my lips.“Mmm… ahh…”The ache grew deeper, hotter.
My breath came in short gasps. I rubbed my c**t harder, feeling my juices coat my fingers. But it was not enough. I needed to be filled.
I reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out my huge pink dildo. It was thick and heavy, long with realistic veins running down the shaft.
My p***y clenched hard just looking at it. I rub
