บท 584: I'm not a glutton, I'm appreciative of plenty 3 [R18]

She had, by this point, considerable practice in effectively disrobing her men.

It stood to reason that it wouldn't just be her men and it would work for any men or - that was not the point.

The point. Was.

She made short work of her husband's trousers, quickly tugging them open and down.

He was out in a second.

And her fingers were already wrapping around him, feeling his smooth hardness. She ran her hand along the shaft of him and he let out a low groan, his head falling forward.

"Ah, yes, please, please, please!" He gasped.

Isabelle's heart pounded, and her hand was already working, slowly at first, but soon faster and faster. Octavian groaned, thrusting up into her hand, his head falling forward onto her shoulder.

It wasn't easy to do one handed. The man had some girth to him.

Technically, nothing was stopping her from using both hands, to be fair.

She just had plans for the other hand.