Emilia
Igasped as I felt him slip inside me.
I was insanely turned on – wetter than I’d ever been in my life –
But it wasstilla lot to take all at once.
I forced myself to breathe as I stared into Giorgio’s soft brown eyes…
And then my eyes rolled back in my head as the tiny bit of pain became overwhelming pleasure.
I slid all the way down on him until my pussy reached his pants.
Godhe was deep…
And thick.
Sothick.
Andhard.
Filling me up…
And then he began to move.
Not much…
Just rocking back and forth…
But it felt incredible.
He was fully supporting my weight with his big, powerful hands clutching my ass…
But I still held onto his broad shoulders, my boots crossed behind him, as we stared into each other’s eyes.
I could feel his perfect mushroom head – with that firm, pronounced ridge – stroking inside me…
And however it was that he had me angled, I could feel the soaking wet base of his shaft moving over my clit.
Deep, powerful, throbbing pleasure inside me…
And the light, airy bliss of having my clit rubbed at the same time.
Fuck!
One of his hands reached up the back of my sweater and fumbled until he unhooked my bra.
Then his hand switched around to my front, and I felt his fingers push up under the bra and cup my left breast.
It was like an electric current of pleasure connected my nipple to my pussy.
I gasped and began rocking my own hips back and forth so that his cock slid out further, then plunged deeper inside me.
I could feel his swollen headsodeep inside me, hitting pleasurable spots no one else had ever touched before.
I felt that sweet, hot swell of pleasure start to build around my clit – the beginning of my orgasm –
When I heard thechuff, chuffof footsteps in the gravel.
