Donatella leaned in, her lips brushing against Mikhail’s, her breath warm and teasing. “Can we continue from where we stopped the previous time?” she murmured, her voice low and laced with mischief. Her eyes sparkled with a challenge, and she wiggled her eyebrows, a smirk playing on her full lips. Mikhail’s gaze darkened, his hands instinctively squeezing her ass, his grip firm and possessive. “You love when I manhandle you, don’t you?” he growled, his deep voice vibrating with a raw edge.Donatella laughed, the sound light and carefree, as if she held all the power in the world. “Of course,” she replied, her tone dripping with faux innocence. “Who wouldn’t?” Mikhail’s smirk mirrored hers, his fingers digging into her flesh as if to prove a point. He leaned in, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hungry, demanding, a clash of tongues and teeth that left no doubt about his intentions. Donatella moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tangling
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