She had lunch with Naomi and Scarlett, kept herself under control, and made it through the day. Darius walked over to her, and she looked up at him with her big eyes, her loving gaze and satisfied smile making his heart, and erection, throb. A little drop of moisture oozed from her pussy at the thought, tickling her sensitive lips. By the end of the day she would be wetter than ever, and then the real fun would begin. Darius ogled her gorgeous body, which nonetheless looked as though she could crumble in a single touch. ‘Darius, I don’t know…what to say…what’s…wrong with me?’
‘I’m not sure Issy. ‘You want me to keep fingering your pussy?’ She nodded. No matter how hard he tried, his primitive desire threatened to overwhelm any pettiness he still held. He’s just a dumb, weedy guy, not some dreamy hunk.. No one can resist you! Darius smiled. But it felt so good. ‘Mmm…Darius…oh, oh my God…Darius….Yes!…Yours!…’
‘What are you, Isabelle?’ He asked as he thrust another finger into her tight pussy.