The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 128: Incidentally, I Caught a Glimpse of Isabelle’s Panties

Chapter 128: Incidentally, I Caught a Glimpse of Isabelle’s Panties

Why did you stop? She wanted to probably ask.

But before she could voice it, I stretched my fingers farther down inside her shorts.

The heat hit me first—scorching and slick, radiating from her wet pussy.

My fingertips brushed the soaked entrance of her vagina; the lips were puffy, parted slightly, and utterly drenched in thick wetness that coated my skin instantly.

Just that light contact made her tremble violently.

"Hnnhg!! Fuck!"

She clamped her arms around my neck in a death grip, with her body shuddering against mine as a fresh gush of wetness soaked through.

The dark stain bloomed across the crotch of her black shorts—starting as a small wet circle right over her mound, then spreading outward in irregular patches, darkening the fabric until it clung transparently to her skin.

I could feel the liquid seeping around my fingers—hot and viscous, and slippery—dripping down her inner thighs in slow streams that made the material stick even tighter.

Inside her shorts, my hand was drenched; every movement made wet, squelching sounds as my fingers slid through her folds.

But crap... I know I’ve been doing some really naughty things lately, but having my hand inside someone’s clothes like this—fingers pressed against bare, soaking private part? Someone’s vagina... It felt so dirty, and so intensely erotic.

My dick ached painfully from the constant throb, over-hard and trapped against her grinding hips, begging for more.

I started moving my fingers—with steady movements, but then bolder.

I spread her hidden vagina open like I was parting the petals of a flower, with my two fingertips sliding along the slick inner lips, tracing the swollen edges before dipping just inside the entrance.

Her walls fluttered around the intrusion—hot and tight, sucking greedily at my knuckles. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

I curled upward, stroking the spongy spot just inside, while my thumb found her clit and circled it in firm, slow presses.

The nub was hard, and throbbing under the pad of my thumb, slick with her arousal that kept leaking out in fresh pulses.

Every slide of my fingers made obscene, wet noises—schlurp, schlick—as I played her like a harp, spreading her wider, rubbing deeper, and feeling her clench and quiver around me.

"Mhm... Wai— too fast, Ben..." she moaned, with her voice breaking, but she was still hugging me so tightly her breasts crushed against my chest with every ragged breath.

I rolled my fingers over her clit like I was strumming a delicate string—gradual circles as prelude, then I dive into quick flicks that made the swollen nub jump under my touch.

Ohhh! Look at me go, playing with a girl’s pussy. I feel perverted.

Each pass let my fingertips graze the slick entrance of her pussy, dipping just inside the tight ring of muscle before sliding back up to scrape lightly over the clit again.

The hood peeled back easily from how engorged she was; every scrape drew a fresh bead of arousal that coated my knuckles and dripped down the inside of her thighs in warm, sticky trails.

Then I pushed one finger in, at a sluggish pace, feeling her walls flutter and clutch around the invasion.

Once buried to the knuckle, I stirred it fast, curling the pad against that spongy front wall until her hips jerked violently.

I slowed to tracing slow patterns on it, like drawing the number "8", letting her catch her breath, only to yank the finger out suddenly with a wet pop and return to tormenting her clit—pinching it gently between thumb and forefinger, rolling it, flicking it side to side until her whole body shook.

In short, I was really enjoying what I was doing currently.

Roselyn moaned loudly and shamelessly, the sounds raw and broken as they spilled from her throat.

Her arms stayed locked around my neck, with her fingers pressing into my shoulders for support.

Her bare feet dangled two full feet off the floor now—her toes curling and uncurling in the air.

Every time she clenched her pussy around my finger, a sharp squirt escaped her, hot liquid spraying in short bursts that pattered onto the wooden floor below like heavy raindrops.

The puddle grew steadily—clear, glistening patches spreading outward, reflecting the soft crystal light overhead.

Droplets clung to her inner thighs, rolling slowly down in flows that soaked the hem of her shorts even darker.

Incidentally, I caught a glimpse past her trembling shoulder.

I saw Isabelle... she was still kneeling on the edge of the bed, but her composure had shattered completely.

One of her hands had slipped inside the neckline of her fantasy-style secretary shirt—thin white fabric stretched across her chest, buttons straining slightly from how her breathing had quickened.

Her finger pressed firmly against the swell of her breast, circling the stiff peak of her nipple through the material.

The cloth dipped inward with each slow roll, creating a small hollow where her fingertip pushed, then released in a soft wave as the fabric sprang back.

The motion made her breast jiggle faintly under the shirt—subtle, rhythmic bounces that matched the pace of her breathing.

A quiet, high-pitched moan escaped her, muffled behind bitten lips; her teeth sank deep into the plump lower one, turning it white at the edges while her glassy green eyes stayed half-lidded, unfocused.

Her legs had slightly parted wider—her knees were spreading on the mattress so her short skirt had ridden up her thighs.

From where I stood, holding Roselyn aloft, the view was unobstructed: black panties came into clear sight, the dark cotton stretched tight across the mound of vagina.

The fabric molded perfectly to her pussy lips, outlining the plump outer folds and the deeper cleft between them.

A small, wet shadow had already begun to darken the center seam, right over her clit—evidence of how turned on she was just from watching.

The sight hit me like a gut punch.

Using it as pure fap material, I drove my fingers harder into Roselyn.

My left hand parted her soaked pussy lips wide—soft, swollen flesh yielding under my fingertips, inner lips glistening and fluttering as cool air hit them.

Two fingers of my right hand thrust in deep—furious, relentless pumps that made obscene schlurking sounds with every plunge.