Chapter 9 – Isabel (2)

“Come up to your room.”

Isabel’s voice was a little more excited than usual. Her face was flushed, and her cheeks were stained red. It was right that she cared for and loved her until now. Isabel demanded a little bit of boldness each time I kissed her, and it was right that she even enjoyed caressing her nipples.

However, this was the first time he had been called to bed so blatantly.

Today I hadn’t had sex with Elena yet. Since getting her powers, how much cum she’s pumped into Elena and how hard she’s been working on her sex appeal. She blatantly made sex in the bathroom, and she touched every inch of Isabel’s body to awaken her pleasure.

She was now sitting proudly on the mattress with even her earlobes dyed red. The dignity of her mistress was a precarious and vulgar thing that was difficult to maintain and collapsed at the slightest push. Isabel’s dignity now was such a futility that it was dispelled with a grimace at the slightest bit of her nipple.

“Why did you call me?”

I knew why she called. Because at some point, when I kissed her, she gave me a look asking for more. He gently lowered her hands touching her breasts, or gently lowered her hands around her waist to caress her buttocks. The exposure of her underwear was slightly raised, and her thin dress was disturbed, revealing her collarbones.

How lewd were her breasts, visible through the gaps in her loose clothes. I would go back to her, pretending to accept her seduction, frantically prowling her breasts, leaving her with her head hanging slightly and her moaning in pain.

“Why did she call?”

Isabella’s face was red. She was already breathing heavily. Irrespective of my old clothes, she raised her hand to her waist and gave her signal by patting her finger between her legs. Her thin fingertips touched the top of her pants, feeling them swell upright. Isabelle shook her neck and began stroking my erect penis over her pants.

Movement without words. In a way, she might have been the last remaining dignity of hers as a daughter of an aristocratic family. A very absurd and troublesome dignity that waits for me to be vulgarly attacked. The lustful dignity that the remaining pride makes people burn even more.

“Can I kiss you?”

I asked while stroking her cheek. She had the corners of her mouth rising just for me to talk to her. Glancing up at me with her tense face, she said:

“Just a kiss? Are you going to kiss me?”

Her hand pulled down my pants. An object of a size that her underwear couldn’t handle bulged out stiffly. That lewd form pointing right at her face. Isabel’s hand carefully cupped her glans, asking the question again.

“Really. Are you going to kiss me?”

She had a knack for driving people, even demons, mad. The moment I heard her say that, I decided to stop looking at her and her liver. She wanted to cross her line and trample herself. She hoped, in a very sweet and lecherous way, that she would fill her joy as a woman, which her husband had not been able to fill.

“Town… !”

Instead of answering, he grabbed her lips and stuck her tongue out. With her slightly violent tangled movements, she wrapped her arms around my back and rubbed her fingers down with force.

“Sigh… ! Hehe… !”

Isabel’s body couldn’t handle my weight and she collapsed onto the mattress. My hard erect penis pressed and stimulated her lower abdomen. Every touch of her made her twist around her waist, trying to avoid it, and it felt as if she was using her own thin belly to caress my cock.

“Hmm… ! Huh… ! Fha… !”

As she opened her mouth and let out her breath, I lowered her waist a little further to align her and mine. Between her crack and my cock, two pieces of cloth were interlocking, covering the bulge.

“Ah… !”

Pressing down on the soft crack with his glans, he began to suck on her breasts. An untied dress and underwear strewn on the mattress. Isabel didn’t have an occupational disease to get rid of her clothes, so she was helpless and could only pick up the blanket with her hands.

“Ah… ! Ah… ! Eh, Evan… !”

She called my name She called me by her name and held her head tightly inside her, burying it with her own breast. A soft, voluptuous mass of flesh wrapped around my face and fell, leaving a mark of my spittle on her chest. The tips of my nipples stood stiff, and my cock gushed with Cooper juice and clamored for a quick hole.

I took off my panties She was waiting with her panties draped over her thighs. When I put her hand on her waist, Isabel turned her head away and covered her mouth. When I pulled her panties down to below her knees, her wet thighs and naturally lifted her knees up and made a lascivious gesture that made her panties easier to take off.

Two pairs of panties fell to the floor.

I kissed her once more Now, with no resistance, she ran her fingers between her legs. Amid the thin, neatly arranged pubic hairs, the pink flesh puffed up, waiting for my fingers.

“Ugh… ! Ah… !”

She spread her legs and twisted her back as soon as I put my finger in her and moved lightly. While kissing, I grabbed her by the waist with my other hand and hugged her tightly so she wouldn’t run away from me. And whispered in her ear.

“Sick?”

“Oh, it doesn’t hurt… ! That, so… That… ! Hehe… !”

Isabel let out her cute groan once again and bounced on her waist. She was a married woman, but everything she was going through was new to her. Because to her, her sex wasn’t love, it was violence. Because she was nothing but the excretion of sadistic and selfish desires.

“Ah… ! Whew… ! What… ! Like this… That feels good… ! Hehe… ! It’s my first time… ! Ah… !”

The love she had now was both strange and interesting to her. When I open her mouth, she sticks out her tongue and runs it over as if feeding her from her mother bird. It had nothing to do with saliva dripping from the cracks in her lips. I grabbed her by the waist and gently scraped, starting from the inside of her vaginal wall, looking for a weak spot.

If you stab the weak part

“Ahhh!”

There was a place where the reaction came with a big bouncing of the waist like this. She shook her head, buried her face in my chest, let out a moan as she trembled.

“Ah… ! Ugh… ! Ugh! This is strange… ! Like that… Don’t touch me… ! Ah… ! I mean, I don’t know about this… ! Whoa… ! Oops… !”

A person whose head is dyed white has a blank gaze and breathing becomes rough. Without thinking, he shakes his waist and sticks out his tongue slightly, turning into a beast that only longs for pleasure. Isabel She was a beast now. A beast that craves only my fingers and trembles at its first taste of pleasure.

He frantically scratches my back with his fingers and reflexively pushes me away with his other hand. A contradictory figure that clings to me but is afraid of the first sensation. Isabel’s eyes widened slightly, and the hand she was pushing away trembled as if it had been electrocuted and pulled me into a hug.

“Ugh… ! Ah… ! Ah… !”

Fingers scratching the back would have turned white. She let out her moans in my ears and shed tears. The lower part of my body was wet, and the juices splashed along my busy fingers. Drops of water jumped up and the legs were pulled tight, finally reaching a climax.

“Aaaaa! Awesome…! 끅…! Ha… !”

She didn’t know she would fall for me. Open eyes and gasping breaths. A face stained red and hair clinging to the cheeks. I could see her wet up to her knees on the soiled mattress, and my penis was hard erect, looking for a place to unwind.

“Head… Dazed… !”

Isabelle said so. She left such an erotic woman, what the hell was that bastard doing? Saying that you can’t eat it even if you give it is something like this. It was my turn to catch and eat this naughty woman who drips water like she has everything in the world even if she is treated with a little care.

I climbed onto the mattress.

The touch of the soft bed was so soft that it made me flinch when I first climbed up. Isabel reached out and told me how she felt my shaking.

“Are you okay. Put it in depth.”

Each time she rubbed it slowly near the entrance, her breathing heated up again. The place where her husband once slept was empty, and Isabel’s naked body was full of traces of me. She puts her hand on her shoulder, and Isabel vulgarly spreads her legs and hugs me.