Isabelle begins to whimper, her ass rubbing into Sean’s growing hard-on as she wiggles her hips against his touch. “Bbbettttterrrr,” the man groans lowly and sits on the table to rest and enjoy his pleasure. Isabelle shoves the whip up the blonde’s skirts, grinding her delicate pussy skin with the leather. He thrusts hard into her soaking wet pussy, her closed legs intensifying the friction. The man sighs, “I want it to be natural. Isabelle speaks instead. You are the only woman who has ever captured and held my attention with such rapture. He goes to lick and stops, realizing this is a rather large clit. “Oohhh fuck, Isabelle, so closssseee,” James moans. Her eyes flashing in anger, Isabelle goes to crawl from the bath. As her juices drip to her fingers, she licks them clean before plunging them into her wet hole. He groans, “I need you now, Isabelle.”
His hands crawl back up to her shoulders and begin to push her down.
