Isabelle: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 3

... in the center of my palms. I lowered my kisses even further to her collar bone, moving her shirt collar down with my forefinger. Isabelle gave a light moan as I kissed her fervently. She reached her arms down underneath my body, pulling up on her shirt and with one swift motion, tossed it aside, leaving just her lacy bra between me and her gorgeous chest. My cold hands reached up underneath her bra, cupping her bare breasts as I kissed them, sucking lightly on her nipples. I could feel Isabelle’s heart beating rapidly as I caressed her breasts, taking turns kissing them and sucking on them. Soft moans escaped her lips as she shivered from my cold hands. “Lower,” she whispered. Isabelle placed her small hand on my head, gently pushing down as she tousled my hair with her fingers. I started kissing her down her slim figure as she made sudden gasps. Goosebumps began to form on her body as I kissed her down to her naval. She had taken her hand off of my head, massaging her perfectly round breasts in them while she moaned lightly. I was hesitant to go any lower than her belly button, not wanting to impose on her, but she kept insisting. My fingers wrapped around the waist band of her jeans, slowly pulling them down past her feet. I wrapped my hands around her shin high socks, following her smooth legs up as I kissed her thigh up to her lacy panties. “Her underwear is matching,” I thought to myself, “she must’ve planned for this.” I smiled at the prospect, continuing to kiss her. ...

... Her panties’ light blue color had a clearly wet spot where her slit was. I briefly looked up to Isabelle who seemed to be enjoying herself. She looked back at me and slightly nodded her head. Slowly, I unveiled her slippery vulva, noticing that they were cleanly shaven recently. Isabelle shivered as I brought her panties past her feet, laying back on top of her with my fingers barely touching her slit. I kissed her sweet lips again, tasting the familiar cinnamon sugar as my fingers started to lightly rub her clit. Very cautiously, I slipped my middle finger into her tight pussy, feeling around for her g-spot. “Oui,” she moaned as I found the spongey ridge. Her back arched underneath me, pressing her hard nipples against my chest as I slid my ring finger up into her insanely tight pussy. I slowly rubbed the tips of my fingers along her g-spot over and over again, a practice I had almost mastered in my time with Kristy. “Oh, Lucas,” Isabelle whispered as I pleasured her. She started to make sudden, involuntary movements as my pace quickened. Every so often we could hear the faint sounds of my fingers stroking her engorged g-spot. Isabelle was so insanely wet, it was practically dripping from her slit as my fingers pulled more out with each stroke. “Ca fait du bien,” she exclaimed, which meant “It feels good,” Within minutes, Isabelle started shaking as her eyes closed tightly and her pussy started convulsing. “Je Jouis!” she screamed, which roughly meant, “I’m cumming!” I smiled ...