I step back. Just a single step.
I need to look at her.
My dark eyes drag greedily over her soft, rounded belly. The beautiful flare of her wide hips. The thick thighs spread open for my view.
Between her legs, she is glistening. Wetness slicks her pink pussy. She drips for me. A clear bead of slick arousal trails down to the marble counter, mixing with the spilled white flour.
The sight shatters my last shred of restraint. A feral growl rips from my throat.
I unbuckle my belt. The heavy leather slaps against my dark slacks. I unbutton the pants. Shove them down my thick, muscular thighs. My boxers follow instantly.
My cock springs free.
Heavy. Brutally thick. Iron-hard and aching with primal need. A thick bead of precum weeps from the blunt head, shining in the red emergency light of the locked-down bunker.
She stares at my massive erection. Her lips part. Her breath hitches violently.
I step forward. I brace my thick, heavy thighs against hers, trapping her securely on the edge of the kitchen island.
I grab her knees and push them wider. Exposing her to my mouth.
I lean down. The thick gold medallion resting against my chest swings forward. The cold metal hits her soft, warm belly.
I grip her hips firmly, tilting her pelvis up toward my face.
I bury my mouth directly between her thighs.
My tongue lashes out. A long, broad, devastating stroke straight up her dripping slit.
She screams my name. Her hands tangle aggressively in my dark hair. She pulls at the coarse silver strands at my temples.
I do not relent. I plunge my tongue deep inside her slick walls. Tasting her deep, musky sweetness. She is soaked. Flooded. The taste of her wetness is an absolute drug.
I find her clit, swollen and hard for me. I suck the highly sensitive flesh directly into my mouth. I apply intense suction, rolling my tongue rapidly and relentlessly over the center of her heat.
She thrashes on the counter. Her hips buck wildly off the marble. I grip her thick thighs with bruising force, anchoring her exactly where I want her.
"Matteo," she begs. "Please. It is too much."
"Never," I grunt against her dripping wetness. "Take it."
I slide two thick fingers inside her pussy.
She is impossibly tight. Her inner walls clench viciously around my knuckles. Milking the digits with a desperate, crushing pressure.
I thrust my fingers in and out. Mimicking the brutal rhythm I am about to give her with my cock. Stretching her tight passage. Preparing her tight body for my massive girth.
Slick coats my entire hand. The loud, wet sound of flesh slapping together echoes clearly in the enormous, heavily fortified kitchen.
I pump my fingers faster. Driving them to the hilt. My thumb pins her clit violently against her pubic bone, rubbing relentlessly.
She unravels completely.
A high-pitched scream shatters the silence of the bunker. Her body goes rigidly stiff. Her tight walls spasm violently around my probing fingers, milking my knuckles in intense, rhythmic, pulsing waves.
I drink her climax. I swallow every single drop of her sweet, ruined arousal.
She collapses heavily against the marble island, gasping desperately for air. Her bare chest heaves. Her eyes are glazed, out of focus.
