Chapter 137

Shocked, Sean stands there briefly, watching as James mounts Isabelle like she was a bitch in heat and he a prized stud. He slides between her well-moistened lips, the head of his dick parting her easily and bumping her clit with every twitch of movement. He starts surprisingly slow for his enthusiasm, but then speeds up as Isabelle's hot pussy engulfs his cock. As he fucks her, Isabelle moans, pushing her hips back in appreciation, her nails digging into the table. Sean finally comes to his senses and stands in front of her to receive his reward.
Isabelle's tongue quickly covers the head of his dick, parting the slit in search for his precum. Sean gasps, flinching forward between her tight lips. His hips thrust, finding her probing tongue able to reach his heavy balls. As James thrust, Isabelle's body is pushed forward and therefore deeper onto Sean's dick. Soon, the men work in tandem; Isabelle a piece of meat on their cock spit. James slaps Isabelle's ass, parting her cheeks to peek at her puckering asshole. He gets an idea.
"Pass me that vial, slave."