CHAPTER EIGHTY - SEVEN - MAKING HER HIS IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE.

Mateo pecked Isabella's two nipples one after the other, and continued downwards. He looked up at her when he got to his target and Isabella gripped the blanket tightly, anticipating. Mateo raised one of her legs to his shoulder, leaving her open to his ministrations. He kissed her inner thigh, missing her cunt by just an inch. He ran his tongue along her length, licking up the juices there, and Isabella let out a loud moan, her hips jerking up in search of more. Oh my God! That had felt... Amazing? She couldn't find the words to explain it. Mateo placed his hands in either side of Isabella's opening, and pulled it wide. He thrust his tongue into the opening of her vagina. " Mat!" Mateo continued to tongue fuck her, thrusting his tongue into her vagina and then running it up along the length of her Vulva alternatively. Isabella was a moaning mess; her senses going haywire with pleasure overload. "Mat! Please!" Isabella gripped unto Mateo's hair, desperate to be filled