I drew my wet fingers from between her thighs, raising them before her face. At my fingertips, the clear, undeniable fluid glistened in the arena's light. Isabel stared at it with an expression mixed with deep shame, disgust, and fear.
"Looks like your body is very enthusiastic, Isabel," I said, my voice dripping with mockery. "And we've only just begun. Is this your exhibitionist fetish talking? Do you enjoy being humiliated in public?"
"N-No! That's... that's not me!" she protested, her voice hoarse. "It's your skill! You did something to me!"
I shook my head, then with my other hand, I guided my still-hard, throbbing cock towards the same area. I didn't enter her. I just teased the swollen tip along the length of her already-slick labia.
The sensation of my hot, hard flesh touching her sensitive skin made Isabel shiver. "Ah! Don't... don't touch there with... with that!"
