Bucciarati Licks Giorno Novels & Stories

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

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.

(Sir, Miss Bianca has arrived) I still don’t know how to speak Italian but I have learned a few words. One thing that I enjoyed in these days is Luciano teaching me a few words of Italian. “La scorta qui.” Luciano orders getting up and putting Laptop on table. The maid leaves and Bianca come inside cheerfully greeting me. (Escort her here) “You know what is special about today?” She greets and asks with a big smile on her face making me nod my head. “Today my bandages will be removed.” I say to her happily but her smile changes into confusion.

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.”

like it’s a thing now. luca slides a plate in front of me. pancakes. slightly burnt. “they’re edible,” he says. “they’re perfect,” i say, and take a bite. he watches me chew. relaxes when i smile. “we have no plans today,” marco announces. “none. zero. boss’s orders.” “i didn’t—” luca starts. “you did,” dante cuts him off. “you said ‘no business today. we’re with aria.’”

together? "For today's appetiser we have Carpaccio di Manzo al Tartufo." She continues, and I glance over at Dante with a blush on my face, finding him already staring at me with both his eyebrows raised, and for a moment it seems like he's caught off guard by the way she's addressed me, his expression shifting before he clenches his jaw tightly and looks back toward the server.