"This time, why don't you feel dirty?" Isidore murmured, his lips barely moving after their tongues had intertwined for long enough. Eloise froze, clearly just realizing that his lips had just brushed against her foot...
She pushed him away angrily, but accidentally slipped her clitoris out with his penis.
A sudden emptiness overwhelmed her. In a panic, she lunged forward, like a hungry, frantic creature that had finally found food, her movements swift and desperate. Finally, she took another bite of the delicious penis, exhaling a soft moan of satisfaction, and her expression gradually shifted from a dazed look to a calm one.
Her half-closed eyes fluttered behind her lashes, gazing at Isidore with a soft, watery gaze. The two gazes crossed in the air, clashing a few times, igniting sparks between them.
She had no desire to fight, and lowered her gaze, her eyes brushing over his well-toned upper body like a pair of small hands. As Isidore wished, he raised his hand, undoing the remaining buttons one by one. The well-defined muscles, evenly distributed, looked incredibly tempting under the touch of the moonlight.
The excuse of coming down to eat was just that, an excuse, but Eloise truly felt a pang of hunger now. He was, indeed, a feast for the eyes.
When hunger struck, her dazed mind could only send out the signal of "hunger." To keep her tongue from feeling lonely, she curled a finger inside her mouth, and between the parted red lips, a hint of her tongue peeked out—soft and gleaming.
Isidore stared intently at her mouth, wishing he could take her finger out and replace it with one of his own.
And Eloise took the penis into her vagina, eager to savor it slowly. Beneath that burning gaze, she slowly lifted her soft waist, moving in a wave-like rhythm, swaying up and down.
"Ah! Mmm! Mmm!" She frowned as she moved, unable to suppress the soft moans escaping her lips. But when the first hoarse, muffled sound rumbled from Isidore's throat, she quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth.
Her eyes, rimmed in red, were full of reproach: "Lower your voice!" If anyone else in the room found out, she would be certain to drag him down with her.
She was allowed to indulge, but he was not to stray? How could someone as rebellious as Isidore possibly accept this? He parted his thin lips, brushing across her palm with them, then stuck out his tongue, deeply licking into the heart of her hand. The maddening itch spread, and Eloise's arm could hardly bear it.
She tried to pull her hand back, but before she could, Isidore had bitten her finger. His white, sharp teeth gently moved, slowly drawing it inch by inch into his mouth.
Eloise let out a few muffled hums, unable to pull her finger free, and struggling to handle both ends of the situation. A hint of distress emerged between her delicate brows. She threw her head back in defiance, resigning herself to it.
She didn't care anymore; if someone else happened to come out and become an onlooker, so be it. At worst, she would have Isidore bring out a gun and shoot them all, or set the place on fire—she wouldn't be to blame.
— When the mind grows muddled, it clings to inexplicable thoughts, not pausing to consider whether they are reasonable or feasible. Yet, somehow, the heart finds peace in these absurd notions.
At this moment, Eloise was like this, no longer worrying about making too much noise and waking up others, and also seemed unaware that they were having sex in a public area where someone could come at any moment. He gradually let go and moved more freely.
Isidore's penis was thick and had a slightly curved upward arc, which scraped against the feld of her inner walls, bringing a rush of pleasure to the top of her head with each stroke. It was as if a surge of electricity were massaging the body from within—how could one not become addicted?
In fact, Eloise really enjoyed having sex with Isidore. Not to speak of the person himself, but this very matter brought her a comfort she had never before experienced. The sensation she first felt from the beginning was one she could never forget.
She regarded it as a gift, for after all, no great skill could be seen in him. It was just a penis that made women happy, coupled with a wild, reckless nature.
Yet, in ordinary circumstances, with her reason intact and the surroundings unsuitable, she could still maintain control, pushing away that temptation for various concerns. However, just now—when a piece of fatty meat had hung before someone who hadn't been fed for so long—if she could resist, that would truly be a miracle.
She decided to satisfy herself first, and once she had eaten her fill, she would consider the rest.
Tighten her little ass, and raise her thighs to suck in and spit out his penis, making a ring of white fluid that was then diluted by sex liquid, becoming muddy and messy, and lewdly displayed before Isidore.
As for Eloise, she tilted her head back, unable to see this scene. Even if the angle were right, her eyes remained tightly closed, her mind wholly absorbed, undistracted.
Fortunately, it was the late hour of a long day, and the strength left in her was scarce, unable to make much noise.
Even her breaths were faint, and even if she called out, it was a hoarse whisper. In the farthest corner of the villa, it did not disturb anyone's peaceful slumber. It was like a droplet of dew rolling off a leaf, falling into the pond with a soft, gentle "ding-dong." All merged into the night.
"Uh, uh... ah!" With a few desperate thrusts, Eloise emptied herself, no longer able to lift her hips, and her incredibly sensitive pussy could only wrap around the penis and squirt. The abundant liquid was filled to the brim in the abdomen for a moment, squeezing out through the narrow gap between the shaft and the inner wall.
Feeling the warm, slippery liquid enveloping him and the tight squeeze of her pussy, Isidore's penis jerked and swelled an additional three inches. He didn't even wait for Eloise to steady her breath. With ease, he lifted her and stood, taking a step to the desk and gently placing her upon it.
The penis was still firmly plugging the entrance, like a cork in a hot water bottle.
Once Eloise was seated comfortably, he arched his back to kiss her, leaving bite marks upon her snow-white skin. The kiss deepened, and the collar was pulled down, until the nipple was bitten and rolled between his teeth, where he sucked to his heart's content.
After playing around, she straightened up and pulled out his penis, and a loud "pop" sound followed as everything came out. After it was finished, only a small vagina covered in a layer of foamy film was left, clean and cute. He once again rushed into this adorable vagina.
Eloise was like a porcelain doll, enduring each thrust, unable to stay steady on the desk, swaying from side to side. And the collar of the top nightgown and the skirt at the bottom were all bunched up at the waist, causing the breasts adorned with red beads to hang outside, looking messy and disheveled beyond belief.
On the other hand, Isidore's shirt was open on both sides, but at least it was still on his body, and below it, aside from protruding a penis, the appearance of the suit pants was still neatly upright. On his handsome face, there was none of the overtly dazed, desirous expression that Eloise wore.
Eloise caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye, pouting, thinking how truly unfair it was. He lifted his hand and smoothed the displeased curve of her lips.
In truth, had they remained in that shadowed corner from earlier, Isidore's face would have worn the same expression of obsession and desire. It was a primal, animalistic need, revealing his longing for this woman.
However, by accident, he had placed Eloise into the moonlight. The gentle glow wrapped around her snow-white, translucent skin, and the light fabric of her dress swayed like the robes of a Greek goddess. Even in such an undignified posture, there was no vulgarity—only purity.
At that moment, before his eyes, she was so beautiful it was beyond compare.
