Back to Isabelle's punishment; I hooked my fingers into the part of her black panties covering her pussy and tugged them aside slowly—the fabric peeling away from her soaked ridge with a sticky drag, strings of arousal stretching and snapping between cotton and skin.
Her pussy came into full view; the plump outer lips parted naturally, flushed deep rose and glistening, her inner folds dark pink and slick, and the vagina entrance winking with every quick breath she took.
A thick bead of wetness welled up at the opening and rolled downward in a slow, heavy trail, dripping onto the mattress beneath her.
I pressed my mouth there, my lips sealing over her entrance and my tongue flicking out to lap at the slick folds in broad, hungry strokes.
Isabelle's hips bucked forward, her ass pressing harder against my face, smothering me in soft flesh and heat.
