Isabella Weaver was terribly shy, but she liked Harry Hunter so much that pleasing him made her happy.
She kissed Harry Hunter's lips, kissed down to his chin, and all the way to his chest.
The blood in Harry Hunter's entire body seemed to be boiling from her stimulation; he couldn't feel the pain from his wound at all anymore!
She was even more effective than the best painkiller!
The little girl was very serious in her learning, kissing very gently.
He knew in his heart, she truly loved him very much!
Harry Hunter's heart was throbbing incessantly.
Kissing her, at a certain moment, he softly murmured "Isabella," finally reaching the peak.
He calmed down after a while, then got up to quickly wash in the bathroom, only to soon return and lie back on the bed, holding Isabella Weaver tight without letting go.
Isabella Weaver's cheeks were bright red, but her eyes were sparkling. She looked up at Harry Hunter and softly asked, "How did I do with my learning?"
