Bucciarati Licks Giorno นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

The exposition was coming from Lucca as he sat at the dining table for lunch, with Don Fabrizio, Gio, and Sensi, which consisted of a meal of turkey, pudding, and fruit juice. “So for ten years, you were a Reverend, no?” Sensi asked, fearless as always, even though everybody in the Uomini Marrone, Don Fabrizio included, feared Lucca. Lucca looked Sensi in the eyes and said matter of factly, “It was eat or be eaten.. When I say I refused to be eaten, then it means I was among those who ate.” At this insinuation and admittance, Gio almost vomited and Lucca glared at him before blaring: