Miss Isabelle continued to push her hips into Benjamin's penis, fucking herself to high heavens.
Her slender thighs flexed with every downward drop—her muscles tightening visibly under her pale skin as she lifted high, then slammed back down, taking him fully each time with a wet, resounding slap that echoed through the chamber.
Her small pussy stretched wide around his thick cock, the outer lips clinging to the veined length on every upstroke, inner folds dragging visibly along him until only the swollen head remained inside her before she plunged again.
Sweat beaded across her collarbones and rolled in slow trails between her breasts, making them glisten under the crystal light.
Her light green hair—now fully loosened from its twin buns—swung in wild arcs with her rhythm, strands sticking to her damp cheeks and neck.
I... never thought I'd see such a face on our capable Miss Isabelle.
