MY LITTLE ISABELLA

Isabella realized that Angelo was not thinking about his actions. With her injured arm still raised and her right hand on his shoulder, she lightly kneed him in his crotch.

Angelo quickly let go of her and placed his hand on his bulging length which was now throbbing with pain.

Isabella ran to the side and picked up Angelo's shirt which she had dropped on the ground. She dusted it and tried to quickly put it on but it was difficult for her because her left hand had been up for too long.

Angelo saw her struggling with the shirt and walked away without sparing her another glance. He sat by the rocks feeling angry with himself for losing control and with Isabella for hurting him in such a sensitive part of his body.

After finally wearing Angelo's white shirt, Isabella took her panty and bra and tried to wash them with just one hand. When she was done, she took them one after the other and laid on rocks.

She noticed that Angelo sat on the floor with a sulky look on his face and recalled