"You're enjoying yourself," he said, not looking at her jumping breasts anymore. Isabella would have replied but she was out of breath. Tiredness soon ate her up and she had to rest her head on his shoulder, pushing forward and backward on his fingers that were still inside her.
"You love it," he uttered with her body on his.
"Yes," she breathed. The girl was shaking so she stopped moving her butt on his hand and rested on his body.
Luke slid his hand out of her wet pussy only to see that she had cum on his fingers. He pressed his lips and bent his head to look at her face.
Then he stroked her hair. "You don't seem to notice what you've done to me," he started.
Isabella pushed back because she had recovered a little. Her face was sharp because she had just finished pleasing herself with his fingers. With her hands still on his shoulders, he felt her still vibrating.
