"Ugh, f**k, Isabel... You're soaking wet, it's so easy to slip my fingers in..."
Seth groaned, his voice hoarse. Izzy bit her lower lip, feeling Seth's fingers exploring her sensitive area, roughly playing with her, carefully examining the cut there. She was close to writhing in pleasure, his intense gaze making her feel even wetter.
"Ohhh... You're so f*****g wet, baby... I want to destroy your p***y with hard strokes."
Seth added. Despite his vulgar words, Izzy couldn't help but crave him even more; instead, she felt increasingly aroused.
A moment later, a loud moan escaped her throat as Seth unceremoniously thrust a finger inside her, pressing hard enough to make her grip the sides of the bench she was sitting on, her thighs involuntarily parting further.
"Is this what you want, Is
