He pulled back from Lisa just enough to look down and watched Isabel sink to her knees before him. Her glassy eyes locked on his as she kissed the bulge straining his pants, exhaling a slow, heated breath that made his cock jerk.
She then dragged her tongue along the thick ridge trapped beneath, tracing every inch from base to tip. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she gently nipped at the swollen head, making a dark wet spot bloom from his leaking precum. Only then did she hook her fingers into his waistband and peel the last of his clothing down, freeing his thick cock to slap against her waiting cheek.
"Gods," Isabel breathed, her hand wrapping around his hardening length. "I've missed this."
She leaned forward and dragged her tongue along his shaft from base to tip, making Julian's breath hiss out between his teeth. Lisa watched from beside him, her own arousal clear in her flushed skin and rapid breathing.
