ISABELLA

When I looked down at Leonardo’s dick, my core had throbbed with desire. He was thick. Oh, he was thick. But he wasn’t long. He made up for that with girth. His crown was thick and flushed red, the veins pulsing around it.

I shocked myself when I told him to hurry, that small part of my brain asking me what I was doing. Before I could answer, Leonardo told me to press my legs together. He did without thinking, and then he thrust in.

Not in me but between my folds. His dick slid in between my folds, and he groaned.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned as he repeated...