Lorenzo’s POVMarta screamed high, wild, and unrestrained. Her body arched beneath me, aggressively, hands clawing at the sheets, hair tangled across her shoulders. My chest heaved. My blood thundered in my heavy cock. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet but sharp tang of sex.She collapsed against me for a moment, gasping, trembling, still screaming little fragments of sound, and I held her in place, not gentle, not soft, not cruel, just present. The room spun in the aftershock of what had just happened.Finally, I pulled back slightly, brushing strands of hair from her face. Her eyes met mine, wide, alive, raw, still half-lost in whatever storm had passed over her. I can understand the storm she'd just come out of, because I know I'm aggressive in bed. For me, sex without aggression laced in it is no sex at all. That's how I enjoy it."You said 2,500 euros right?" I asked.She hissed silently, wrapping herself with the white sheet. "Yes. You can raise it if you don't
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