Bucciarati Licks Giorno Novels & Stories

“Good girl. Take it all.” Luca’s mouth left my breasts, trailing kisses down my stomach, his breath hot on my skin. He spread my legs wider, his tongue flicking out to taste me. “Mmm, sweet as honey.” He dove in, licking broad stripes over my clit, sucking it between his lips. I bucked, overwhelmed, Dad’s cock muffling my cries. They worked in tandem—Luca eating me out like a starving man, fingers pumping in and out, while Dad face-fucked me harder, his balls slapping my chin.

I let out a gasp and close my eyes as an unbelievable pleasure rocks me to the core. One of his free hands travels in between us until it touches my womanhood through the jeans. He applies pressure and starts circling his thumb. ("Today is the day that I will fuck your tight pussy baby.") "Oggi è il giorno in cui ti fotterò la tua piccola figa stretta." He groans while suckling my breast.

I couldn’t remember when I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as our bodies pressed together, heat radiating between us like an electric current. It was a kiss that spoke of possession and urgency. I surrendered completely, losing myself in the moment as passion surged between us. When we finally pulled apart, breathless and dazed, his eyes burned into mine. “Baciami prima dell'alba,” he murmured against my lips as he pulled away just enough for our eyes to lock again. “I’ll miss your taste, Arielle.”

Morning I yawned awake to find Diana standing in front of me with a smile on her face. “Good morning, Signora. You look incredibly stunning this morning,” she praised, and I almost laughed at her words, knowing full well my hair probably resembled a bird's nest. “I made you fette biscottate . Cal specifically chose this,” she added, and I froze at the mention of that name. My thoughts immediately darted to what had happened last night. “Good morning, Signora Ophelia.”

Luciano said deliriously and his hands gripping my hair tightened to prevent me from making any movement. Moments later Luciano started to move, his dick came in and out of my mouth and occasionally he plunged his duck so deep in my mouth causing me to feel nauseous, my saliva dripping out of my mouth, Luciano's half pet is also coated by my saliva that it can be used as a lubricant. "Come on, babe. Don't be a lousy sucker." Luciano said making me feel annoyed. What the fuck? His dick is long and fat, it's fully erect for goddamn sake. Anyone would be a lousy sucker if they're sucking Luciano's dick.

He stands straight, passing a small smile to everyone. "...Domani si sposa con la nostra cara Lucia, la figlia del nostro miglior spacciatore Carlo Romano!" (...Is getting married to our dear Lucia tomorrow, the daughter of our best drug contractors, Carl Bianchi!) We move our gaze to Mr. Bianchi who walks upto the stage. A guard helps him with the stairs as his weight causes him a bit of difficulty.

Should I be offering sympathy rather than sending in the executioner? From behind me I heard thundering footsteps and prepared myself for the impending attack. Max was hardly trying to be subtle, but then we were playing, who needed subtle? A silvery-grey streak leapt from the bushes, barrelling into me and knocking me to the ground. I growled, nipping at his flank before wriggling free and dashing away, yipping for him to chase me. And he did.

Grabbing my bourbon, I had to down the entire thing before I could swallow what was in my mouth. “Attractive.” Veronica rolled her eyes, got up, and walked away. “Very.” Luca muttered as he looked at me. “Luca… Demi. Nice of you to show up.” Luna June’s bark brought us out of our tunnel we had on each other. To make things better, Luca and I were both getting really annoyed with her attitude. “Pack business doesn’t stop just because you decided to throw a party.” I said, as I took another bite. This one had some jelly stuff in it. It was actually really delicious if I wasn’t so focused on Luna June.

Causing me to become noisier, if that was even possible. "You have such a dirty mouth, Cara mia. I love it, (My darling.)" Vittorio spoke every syllable with every powerful thrust. He then leans down and begins to lick, nibble, and bite my left breast. I arch my back in pleasure, allowing Vittorio to go deeper inside me. After that, he lets it go and gives the same treatment to my right one.

He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. “Che bel buco che hai…” His smirk was wicked as he translated for her, his tone dripped with filth. “What a pretty little hole you have.” Nia’s cheeks flushed, her heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could form words, his tongue was on her, licking at her swollen folds with a hunger that left her breathless. “Ahh! Massimo!” Her voice broke as her back arched off the counter, her hands shot out to grip the edges for support.