“There, feel how that opens everything up?” I asked, grinding my wet pussy against him more explicitly now, back and forth, ignoring his grunts that were mixed with moans, my own arousal making me bold.

  “Isabella, oh god, your… you’re rubbing right on me,” he groaned, his voice breaking, body trembling as he held the pose, but he didn’t pull away, his hips even pushing back a tiny bit into my grind.

  Inside, I was on fire, thinking about how his cock must be leaking pre-cum now, how I wanted to reach around and stroke it, feel it pulse in my hand while I kept teasing him like this.

  “Yes,...