[ He lets out another moan, wretched out of him by too many feelings and sensations taking over his body, familiar and yet completely new, completely breathtaking. If this is what it feels like, just kissing Isabelle, just having her hand on him, he has no idea what more must feel like. The most amazing kind of death.
When she gives him permission; something hinting at begging in the tone of her voice, Baby shivers and, in a not so gentle move, puts his hand fully under her tight dress, the fabric gathering around his wrist as he pushes up, touching skin. He lets out a tiny noise, his fingers spreading over her ass, struck dumb by the simple fact that he can touch her, feel her skin and the perfection of her curves instead of just looking from afar.
He breathes raggedly, tipping his head against Izzy's, his lips dragging against her cheek when she looks down. He wonders what it looks like to her, what he looks like to her. Too hot, the tip of his cock leaking profusely as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. ]
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When she gives him permission; something hinting at begging in the tone of her voice, Baby shivers and, in a not so gentle move, puts his hand fully under her tight dress, the fabric gathering around his wrist as he pushes up, touching skin. He lets out a tiny noise, his fingers spreading over her ass, struck dumb by the simple fact that he can touch her, feel her skin and the perfection of her curves instead of just looking from afar.
He breathes raggedly, tipping his head against Izzy's, his lips dragging against her cheek when she looks down. He wonders what it looks like to her, what he looks like to her. Too hot, the tip of his cock leaking profusely as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. ]