Chapter 17.
“Oh f*****g goodness…” Isadora shuddered, her body trembling as the entire length of his fingers vanished into her p***y.
“So f*****g tight,” Alessio groaned, dragging the words and biting gently on his lower lip while rolling his fingers in ways that made her arch.
“Arghhh!! Daddy!!! That feels good.”
Alessio’s c**k tightened and he asked. “Does it?” His voice was thick and heavy with need, and his fingers did a good job flickering gently on the spot that made her arch as he asked that question.
Isadora's lips parted subconsciously, and she bobbed her head gently. “Yes… Yes, Daddy… it feels good.”
Alessio stared down at her p***y, spreading her legs gently so he could see the heat and wetness of her.
“So f*****g messy…” he purred, licking gently on his lower lip while
