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She smirks, but it’s shaky. “Less talking.”

I don’t argue. Instead, I grab her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, her arms looping around my neck as I press her back against the nearest wall. She gasps as the cool surface meets her bare skin, but I don’t give her time to adjust. My belt is already undone, my cock free, and when I rub the thick head against her, separated only by that flimsy lace, she whimpers.

“Guido—”

“Shh.” I tug the lace aside, the fabric damp against my fingers. Then I push inside her.

She’s tight, so fucking tight, and the way her body stretches around me has my vision going white for a second. I watch her face as I sink in, inch by inch, her lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut. She’s shaking, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

“Fuck,” she breathes.

I bottom out, my hips pressed flush against hers, and I stay there for a moment, letting her adjust. Her pussy pulses around me, hot and wet, and it takes everything I have not to start moving right away.

When she finally relaxes, her body loosening just a fraction, I pull back and thrust into her again. The sound she makes is obscene, a raw, needy cry that goes straight to my cock. I do it again. And again. Each time, she takes me deeper, her body opening up for me like she was made for this.

I grab a handful of her hair, tilting her head back so I can press my lips to her throat. I follow the line of her shoulder, my tongue tracing the dip of her collarbone, and when I finally take one of her nipples into my mouth, she moans so loudly I’m sure the neighbors can hear.

I bite down gently on her nipple, then soothe it with my tongue, my hand still tangled in her hair. She’s clenching around me, her thighs tightening around my waist like she’s trying to pull me even deeper. I can feel her getting closer, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“That’s it,” I growl against her skin. “Let me have you.”

Her back arches, pressing her supple breasts against my chest, and I move faster, my hips snapping against hers. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, mixed with her ragged breathing and the way she keeps whispering my name like a prayer.

I slip my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. She’s swollen, sensitive, and when I press down, circling just right, her eyes roll back in her head.

Her pussy clenches around me, so tight it’s almost painful, and then she’s coming, her body shaking as she cries out. The way she milks my cock is too much. I thrust deep, burying myself to the hilt as my own orgasm rips through me. I come hard, my release spilling into her, my cock twitching with every pulse.

We stay like that for a long moment, our chests heaving, our skin slick with sweat. When I finally lower her to the floor, her legs wobble, and I have to steady her. But she doesn’t let me go. Instead, she takes my hand, her fingers laced with mine, and leads me toward her bedroom.

The room is dim, the curtains drawn, but there’s enough light to see her body move as she turns to face me. She pushes me down onto the bed, her hands flat against my chest. For a second, she hesitates, her eyes flickering over me like she’s not sure what she wants to do first.

Then she melts against me, her body rubbing against mine, her skin hot and smooth. Her breasts brush against my chest, the friction making my cock stir again. She shifts, moving up until her nipple grazes my lips. I don’t need to be told twice. I take it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the hard peak as she moans.

Fuck, she feels good. Everywhere.

She straddles me, her thighs pressing against my hips, and I can feel how wet she still is. My cock is already hardening again, the pleasure almost painful as it builds. She kisses me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, and I grip her hips, pulling her down against me. The heat of her pussy against my skin is maddening.

I kiss her deeper, more fiercely, and she gives in, her body going pliant against mine. Her hands roam down my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles before wrapping around my cock. I groan into her mouth, my hips bucking up into her touch.

“You’re insatiable,” I murmur against her lips.

She smirks, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head. “And you’re hard again already.”

“Can you blame me?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she shifts, turning onto her side with her back to me. I join her, moving onto my side, taking a spooning position as she suggests.

My hands roam around the front of her body, her back pressed against my chest as I cup her ample breasts, playing with her nipples. Pressing my cock against her ass cheeks.

Her rubbing motion doesn’t stop; this time her sweet ass teases me as she moves herself against me, moving side by side, circling her ass cheeks against me.

I rub my cock against her sweet ass cheeks, pushing into her to find her moist pussy. Feeling her warmth - then I thrust into her. So hard she arches her back and grips the blankets as she leans forward. We move in a rhythm that sends pleasure as I look at her ass cheeks press against me in motion. Her warmth covers my cock as her pussy grips me, milking my cock from behind.

I move in rhythm with her, then shift positions; I’m lying on top of her as her face is pressed into the mattress. I keep thrusting hard into her, spreading her legs wide and fucking her from behind. She cries out with each deep thrust of my cock, pushing so hard inside her I can feel her pussy clamping over me.

Her entire body is shaking as I fuck her faster and faster.

I slip my hand around the front of her body and press my fingers against her clit, rubbing in fast circles as I continue to fuck her with my cock.