Bucciarati Licks Giorno นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I unbuckled his belt and pull out his huge swollen cock, licking my lips hungrily. “Fuck yes... I need this big dick inside me…” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and slurping noisily as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. He groaned loudly above me, tangling one hand in my hair.* “Cazzo... la tua bocca è fantastica!” He pants out in Italian. “You suck cock like a pro little slut…” I moaned around his dick at the dirty endearment before taking him even deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly but didn't let up until tears were streaming down my face onto his cock.

“ Have a nice day , dear ! “ said Luna with half a tone , kissing his cheek . Massimo grabbed her by the waist and gave her a surprise kiss on the lips . “ You too honey ! I have a lot of work today . I hope I can finish soon to come and spend time with you all . “ said Massimo with a polite smile . “ Have a nice day at work son in law ! “ said mr Carlo . massimo nodded his head in respect , got in his car with jack and Matteo then left . Luna noticed from the window him winking at her in a victorious way , angering her even more . “ Alright then ! Now that your husband has left for work , let us have a nice talk as mother and daughter . Fill me in all the details . “ said madam Lydia with a

incomplete. With my gaze back to its standard fixation, I saw him before me again, my wetness being stretched on his finger, his eyes on mine, and with a malicious grin, he stuck out his tongue, licked his fingers, and whispered, "Complimenti al cuoco," I dropped my lashes, fighting with the naivety trapping me. If only he could let me catch my breath for a...Woah! I wrapped my hands around his neck as he picked me up again, proceeding to own my lip so that I could taste myself on his tongue.

But as he slows slightly, his mouth finding my breast, his tongue lashing and his teeth biting, something sparks back to life inside me. I come alive. I spread my legs wider, hips rolling over him, riding his cock with slow, grinding circles before bouncing up and slamming down again. “Fuck, you feel so good, Dante!” “Usa il mio cazzo, cara mia,” he groans. (Use my cock, my dear.) “Cavalcami. Sborra su tutto quel cazzo grasso.” (Ride me. Cum all over that fat dick.) His hands grip my ass as his mouth trails up to my neck. He sucks hard—claiming me, marking me. I know I’ll be covered in hickeys tomorrow and I don’t care.

I take my coat off and hang it on my chair. “What do you want to eat?” Luciano asks making me wonder what I want to eat. “How about some seafood?” I ask. “Whatever you want baby.” He says and orders. The waiter serves our food and just by looking at it makes my mouth water. Luciano pours me juice while he pours himself champagne. “This is called Brodetto and Baccalà Mantecato.” He says and I take a bite moaning in delight. It is so delicious. We have finished our dinner and I don’t know why are we still waiting here. Luciano is looking at me so intently as if thinking of something deeply.

He licked his forearm where my cum was smeared, his tongue tracing a path down his skin, savoring every drop. Then, he put his hands towards my mouth, his fingers still slick with my cum, his expression a silent challenge. "Lick it," he commanded, his voice a low growl. My tongue flicked out, tasting my own cum, sweet and savory, the flavor both familiar and utterly intoxicating. I watched Luca, my gaze never leaving his, as his lips curved into a slow, possessive smile. "You taste so good," Luca murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

(So sweet for me. His kisses became a trail, moving inward, achingly slow. He kissed the crease where her thigh met her body, first one side, then the other, his stubble a delicious abrasion. “La mia bocca desidera solo te,” he whispered, his lips moving higher. (My mouth desires only you.) He laved the tender skin with his tongue, his hands now gripping her hips to steady her as her legs began to shake.

The corner of his lips glistens with a strand of moisture that starts from my sex. "Buon giorno, carissima mia." (Good morning, my dearest) “Matte- ah…” His lips find my clit again, the crown of his teeth scratching the sensitive bud before licking it with his soft tongue to soothe the irritation. My hands that wish to push him off me make a clicking sound. “Wait, what is…” My gaze turns to my hands. “Are you kidd- ah…handcuffing me to the bed? Teo I need- ahh…”

Dante’s voice echoed distantly: “Where is he? Find him!” Rocco’s hand clamped on my shoulder, forcing me down. The concrete bit into my knees through wet pants. He unzipped slowly, freeing a cock that matched his build—thick, veined, already hard and leaking. “Suck it, accountant. Show me why Vitale’s so obsessed.” I glared up, defiance flickering. “Fuck you.”

"Oh yeah, I can see why you guys want more of this cunt." Mr Barton walked up to Carla with his cock in hand. He'd taken his pants and shorts off as well. "Now you suck me, babe," he smiled and forced his cock across Carla's lips. She sucked him hungrily, desperate to taste his juice again. All too soon he took his cock back. "Easy does it, you hungry little thing," he laughed. "Today I have something else planned."