Chapter Seventeen – Let me Help with That.
Izzy headed into her bedroom, closing the door she stood with her back to it sighing, she needed to relieve some of the pressure that had built up inside her before she did something that she would run away from tomorrow with Cigs.
Stripping out of her clothes, Izzy made her way to her bed, and lay down, remembering the touch of Cigs, his hot breath, and she trailed her hand down her flat stomach, and began to massage her clit, desperate for some relief, whilst her other hand pulled and tweaked at her n*****s, Izzy lay her head back, and let her mind wander to the man she was half letting in, but half keeping out, and the feel of his hands on her skin, as she tweaked her rock hard n****e, and placed a finger in her wet folds whilst continuin
