Isabella’s hand sneaked to the back of Ignazio’s head, cupping his neck into her palm and pressing her heavy t**s against his chest, her lips parting gently and yielding onto him.
Ignazio’s c**k kicked at the effect that her action caused.
He motioned his head sideways and deepened the kiss, his bare palm, moving around her bare back slowly and steadily and she shuddered under his touch.
Ignazio pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged and uneven.
“On your knees.” He commanded with a heavy breath and his eyes followed Isabella as she dropped down to her knees, like Daddy’s good girl—like the little slut that he desired her to be.
He stared down at Isabella who knelt so obediently and stared up at him, ready to take his command.
Ignazio moved a hand to her face and cupped he
