Let Isabella eat you out

Isabella’s chest is still heaving from the intense orgasm you gave her, her thighs trembling as the aftershocks ripple through her body. She lies in the center of the bed, flushed and glistening, dark curls plastered to her forehead with sweat. You and Amy hover on either side, pressing soft kisses to her shoulders, her neck, her breasts—gentle, reassuring touches while she comes down.

But Isabella’s eyes are already dark again, fixed on you—Jess—with a hungry, determined glint.

“My turn,” she repeats, voice low and rough with lingering need. She pushes herself up on her elbows, then higher, guiding you with surprisingly firm hands until you’re lying back against the pillows, legs parted.

Amy kneels beside you both, watching with hooded eyes, one hand idly tracing circles on her own thigh.

Isabella settles between your legs, her soft belly brushing your inner thighs as she lowers herself. She takes a moment—just looking. Jess’s pussy is pink and swollen, folds slick and parted from earlier arousal, clit peeking out, glistening with wetness that drips slowly toward your entrance.

She exhales shakily. “You’re so pretty here,” she murmurs, almost to herself. Then she leans in.

Her first touch is tentative—a soft, open-mouthed kiss pressed directly to your mound, just above your clit. Warm lips, warm breath. You shiver, hips twitching upward. Isabella notices, emboldened, and kisses lower—slow, deliberate presses along your outer lips, tasting the slickness there.

When her tongue finally slips out, it’s a broad, flat lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit. The sensation is electric—hot, wet, slightly hesitant but eager. You moan, fingers threading into her dark curls, not pushing, just anchoring.

Isabella hums at the sound, the vibration buzzing against your clit. She does it again—longer this time, slower, gathering your wetness on her tongue. Then she focuses on your clit: gentle circles at first, exploring pressure and speed, watching your face, listening to every gasp and whimper.

She finds a rhythm that makes your thighs tense—steady, firm licks with the flat of her tongue, then tighter flicks with the tip. Her hands slide under your ass, lifting you slightly, angling you better so she can press deeper.

One finger teases your entrance, circling, then pushes inside—slow, deliberate—curling upward just like you did to her. You’re so wet it slides in easily, and she adds a second almost immediately, stretching you with a delicious burn.

The dual sensation—her mouth sucking gently on your clit, fingers pumping and curling inside you—builds fast. Isabella’s enthusiasm grows with every moan you make; she gets bolder, sucking harder, tongue flicking faster, fingers scissoring slightly to stroke your walls.

Amy leans in, kissing you deeply, swallowing your cries as Isabella works you closer to the edge. You feel Amy’s hand slide down to join Isabella’s—one of Amy’s fingers teasing alongside Isabella’s, pressing in alongside them until you’re stretched around three fingers, full and overwhelmed.

Isabella pulls back just long enough to whisper against your pussy, breath hot and ragged: “You taste so good… I want to feel you come on my tongue.”

Then she dives back in—sucking your clit hard, fingers thrusting faster, curling relentlessly against that spot inside you.

You break with a sharp cry, hips bucking against her mouth, pussy clenching hard around the fingers inside you. Isabella doesn’t stop—she licks you through it, softer now, drawing out every pulse, every shudder, until you’re trembling and gasping, tugging gently at her hair to pull her up.

She crawls up your body, face flushed and shiny with your arousal, lips swollen. You pull her into a deep, messy kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue—salty-sweet, intimate.

Amy kisses her next, licking the remnants from her chin with a soft moan.

Isabella collapses between you both, breathless and triumphant.

“Was that okay?” she asks, voice small but hopeful.

You and Amy answer together, pulling her close.

“More than okay.”

“Perfect.”