Alessandro DeLuca

Securing my hands around her hips, I lower myself slightly on the bed as she repositions herself. Laid back against the pillows, I prop my hands behind my head, watching this dark beauty slide up and down the length of my erection.

The sight of her hair wild all over her head, her breasts bouncing freely, and her pussy lips opening and closing around me drives me wild. Groaning, I toss my head back and close my eyes.

“You don’t want to watch me?” she asks.

“I’ll fucking bust a nut right now if I keep watching you.”

She laughs and says, “Go for it, Ales.”

“Not yet, baby. Goddamn, you feel so good. I don’t want to stop.”

Mila works her hips in tight gyrations. Her hands cup her breasts as she brings first one and then the other to those full, pouty lips. I watch as she sucks her nipple, bites it, and then moves back to the other.

“Fuck, Mila! What’re you doing to me?”

She shrugs innocently and makes a big show of moving her fingers to her slit and thumbing her button.

“Mmm, fuck yeah!” she moans, bouncing up and down on my dick while rubbing her clit. When she places a finger inside of herself with my dick, it’s enough to drive me crazy.

Grabbing her, I flip her off me and onto her stomach. Pushing her face down into the pillow, I drive into her from behind.

She reaches behind and opens herself up to me, allowing me to get deeper and stroke her the way I want. Hammering her, I realize I’m about to lose my breath until she’s screaming and crying that she can’t take any more.

“Cum, Mila! Let it go, amore mio!” I order.

And she does, coating me up and down. Placing my hands on her ass, I spread it apart and shoot loads of cum into her asshole. I may not be going up in there right now, but I’ve left my calling card.