Italian Mafia
Lorenzo took in his hand his cock, which was already erect and wide, but as he moved it up and down, it grew even more if that was even possible; I salivated and practically commended myself to the saints because this would hurt like a bitch.
"You are so beautiful, Fiorella, and mine all mine Principessa" I could feel how Lorenzo positioned his penis at my entrance; his head was trying to enter, and it was huge, I felt how he was opening me inside, and I closed my eyes trying to mitigate the pain.
"Cazzo!, it feels so fucking good; you are so tight, mia Principessa," Lorenzo said between moans; I know he was enjoying it too much.
"Lorenzo, it hurts," I said, closing my eyes.