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Giovanni smiled up at Isabella, admiring her beauty as she returned his smile. His gaze wandered down to her shaved pussy, and he couldn't resist the urge to touch her. Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingers over her wet slit, sliding up and down, over and over again.

“You are beautiful, Isabella.” Giovanni said admiring her beautiful body.

Isabella couldn't help but moan out loud as his fingers trailed up and down her pussy. She didn't have a clue as to what he was doing, but she knew it felt good, exciting, and dangerous. She wanted to keep going, to explore the depths of pleasure with him.

As he continued to explore her body, he could feel her responding to his touch, her hips rising to meet his every move. The heat of the moment was almost overwhelming, and he found himself lost in the intensity of the pleasure that they were both experiencing.

Isabella's moans grew louder and more urgent as he teased her with his fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.