Isobel gave a startled jump and after looking around herself to verify a modicum of privacy, allowed Frang to penetrate her sheath, already becoming wet under his hand. She moaned low in her throat.

"You're a naughty boy, Frang, who probably doesn't deserve me, but I'm so glad you're mine." She leaned back for a kiss.

"Undoubtedly, you're right. I'm both naughty and don't deserve you, though I thank our merciful Father you're mine."

She gave another gasp as his finger was joined by another, which together dug deeper into her wetness.

Isobel glanced carefully about to ensure their continued privacy, and seeing they were essentially alone, began rocking forward...