Seventy

Isabella

Still, he doesn't rush. Dante is being very careful with me. His hand rocks back and forth, the slick toy tunneling deeper each time. Soon I am meeting his thrusts, needing more than he gives me. I am so close to coming, my thighs shaking. My mouth hangs open, my entire world suspended as what I need remains just slightly out of reach.

Then his hand touched my skin, the toy reaching as deep as it could.

The fullness. Oh, God. So dirty. I need more.

Suddenly, it is s too much. I charge him, my yell resonating throughout the space as I stomp and sway beneath his jaws and hands. It is more intense than anything I have ever experienced, my lower half clenching around the toy inside me. I love it.

When the pleasure ebbs, I start to drop my legs. Dante gets on his knees and keeps my left leg in the air while holding the long toy with his other hand. "Stay," he says. "I am not done with this ass."