Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
She grumbled at him, “I thought you had been?” She shifted against him, rubbing herself back and forth on his cock and trying to find that just-right angle to take him in.
“To…to prepare you, or do you want me to just…?” He trailed off and gestured crudely, smiling and then letting out a gurgled moan of delight at the increased friction. “I’m g-guessing the second part?”
“Anything, please god, anything.” She whimpered, sliding up enough to catch at his mouth. Her fingers curled into his skin.