Sometime later, Isabella appeared.
She wound her arm over his neck from her back, hugging him from behind. Her voluptuous bosoms rested against his back, allowing him to know she was already hard for him as the shape of her tits couldn't be anymore clearer.
"It seems like you had fun with your little aunt, my Emperor."
Isabella giggled over his face, her tongue reaching out to tickle his ear.
Davis's lips curled, "It made me remember the first time we had. I suppose you know the wonders of these fingers, right?"
He raised his hand and displayed the two fingers that had made a mess out of her initially. It was the time when Davis strongly came at her, wanting to make her his woman. She couldn't help but smile embarrassedly, but that embarrassment didn't serve to quell her desire. She grabbed his arm and brought his fingers closer, lapping them up into her mouth as she sucked on them.
"Isabella… you've become bad…"
