Chapter 96

*Dante* I gently guided Isabel towards the bathroom, bending her over the bathroom counter. In one swift move, I tore the flimsy thong she wore off of her. Her eyes met mine in the mirror a second before her cheek connected with the marbled surface. "Brace yourself," I managed, just a second before I entered her. Our moans echoed in the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. I let go of her hands, grabbing onto her waist as I pounded into her from behind. She steadied herself against the counter, adjusting to the feel of me inside her before slowing moving back to match my thrusts. I dug my fingers lightly into the skin of her waist, driving my cock in and out of her tight asshole. "Fuck, you're so tight," I muttered beneath my breath.