Lucian buried his head between her slender legs, his tongue and teeth caressing every inch of her inner folds and clit.
The feeling of his hot breath against her sensitive flesh drove her crazy.
He knew she had never had this done to her before, and he planned on taking his time, drawing out her pleasure as long as he could before giving into his own needs.
His lips gently tugged on her labia, sending tingling sensations through her whole body.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he continued to lick and suck her throbbing c*nt.
Lick~ Flick~
As his pace quickened, Isabella could feel a tightening in her stomach. She moaned and trembled. She was going to orgasm.
Isabella cried out, her hands tangling in his hair, her hips bucking against him as she rode his tongue, her body quivering with need.
The more she tried to suppress it, the more obvious it became, until she felt like she was burning from the inside out.
Moans of pleasure, gasps, and whimpers filled the air.
When his tongue darted into her tight hole, Isabella gasped. She had never experienced such a sensation before.
The tightening in her belly suddenly released, and a wave of intense pleasure shot through her whole body.
“Ahh~ ahahh…”
Her p*ssy pulsed around his tongue and mouth, sending warm juices gushing forth, spilling over Lucian’s chin.
Lucian felt her juice flooding his mouth, and he lapped up every last drop, her body shivering with pleasure.
Gulp~ Gulp~
He sucked her juices into his mouth, his tongue flicking over her swollen nub, her cries echoing through the room.
Lucian rose to his knees, his hands running over her smooth skin, his gaze never wavering as he took in her beauty, her hair a tangled mass around her shoulders, her face flushed, her eyes gleaming with intense desire.
As he looked down, Lucian was mesmerized by her erotic display, her creamy c*m pouring from her p*ssy and oozing down the crack of her a*s.
It was a breathtaking, indescribably erotic sight, one that only heightened his hunger.
She quivered as his tongue dipped between her folds again, her body arching in response.
“Lucian,” she murmured, her voice hoarse and thick with longing, “don’t tease me anymore.”
Her request was barely finished before his tongue flicked against her, making her moan in pleasure.
With his strong tongue and clever fingers, he set a rhythmic pace, teasing and arousing her with every movement.
His hands gripped her hips, keeping her still as he worked, her soft skin turning red beneath his grip, the subtle marks of his fingers rising to the surface.
Her back arched, and she cried out in pure ecstasy.
“Oh, yes…!”
A single finger dipped inside her tight p*ssy, and Lucian let out a deep chuckle as he felt her walls spasming around him.
The slick, warm embrace was enough to make his own c*ck throb with need, but he forced himself to hold back.
He was determined to make this moment last.
She writhed under his touch, her hips bucking upward with each flick of his tongue against her clit.
“Lucian, stop teasing me,” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. “Please make me c*m.”
“You want to c*m?” he asked.
He leaned back, a mischievous grin on his handsome face, his lips and chin slick with her arousal.
“Mmhmm… I want you inside me, Lucian,” she panted heavily, her voice dripping with desire.
The fact that she had finally confessed to wanting his touch seemed to ignite something within him.
“Look how wet and dripping you are for me,” Lucian muttered, his hand caressing her delicate folds, the swollen nub peeking from her drenched inner lips.
She sucked in a breath, her hips rolling against his palm, a low moan escaping her parted lips.
Her charming face flushed with pleasure.
The desire reflected in her eyes, and her arousal fueled his lust for her.
Her plump lips formed an ’O’ shape, her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, and her slender neck strained with each sharp intake of air.
“F*ck, Isabella, look at your beautiful t!ts, your sexy a*s, your amazing, gorgeous c*nt.” He grunted.
“Please…,” Isabella begged.
Lucian chuckled softly, “please what, my dear sister?”
“Please…make me yours,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust.
His lips twitched in a smile, his c*ck already throbbing with need, her words sending a shiver through him.
“Didn’t you just say it’s forbidden between siblings?” Lucian purred, his breath ghosting over her neck.
“Yes, but I can’t resist anymore,” she replied, her voice a trembling whisper, her body shuddering against him. “This so-called moral dilemma, I don’t care anymore, I need your hands, tongue, c*ck, now!”
Lucian chuckled, his hand cupping the side of Isabella’s breast, kneading the full, soft mound, his thumb circling her pink nipple until it pebbled in his palm.
Her breasts were round and full, her nipples hard and aching for his touch.
Pink nipples with a big areolas.
Her chest rising and falling as she struggled to breathe, her fingers gripping the sofa, her body writhing beneath him, her juices flowing freely, coating his tongue, her thighs slick with her arousal.
Her other hand continued to rub against the hard ridge of his c*ck through his trousers, the thin material doing little to dampen the sensations of his flesh throbbing against her palm.
Her back arched, her voice hoarse as she begged for more, her thighs falling open, inviting him deeper, her body trembling, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes half-closed, a look of pure ecstasy spreading across her alluring features.
“That was incredible,” he murmured, his demonically seductive voice thick with need and lust, his gaze locked on hers. “Now it’s time for me to claim what’s rightfully mine.”
“Y-yes, yes please,” she panted, her voice low and ragged, her hips bucking beneath him, her p*ssy twitching, “I want to feel you inside me, please, just take me, I can’t wait any longer.”