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Francesca

Fausto took a step back, and his eyes shone with satisfaction as they searched my naked body, now coated in his cum. He pushed his pants off his hips, then kicked off his shoes. — Do you want to clean up before I fuck you, dirty girl?

— No, paparino .

I am not. I liked the sticky, sweaty mess of us together, and I knew he liked it too.

“Dio, you're beautiful,” he murmured as he pinched one of my nipples. “I want to mark you and bite you, make sure everyone knows you're mine.

I lifted the large ring on my finger. — More yours than that?

His lip curled in a look so fierce, so dominant that my knees shook. — I will always want to hit you, monella. Can you handle me hard tonight? — He started to unbutton his shirt.

My thighs clenched as more heat flooded my veins. He had spanked me before and I loved it. The slaps made my skin feel alive, incredibly sensitive. I was definitely up for it, especially if he fucked me afterwards. — I love it when you're rude.

He slapped my ass once.