There is not even a trace of the innocent Mariana that Marcello is so accustomed to; instead, Mariana's eyes were misted over with want. She gave him a nod before slowly rising and settling upon his taut, ready cock. The sensation of her close to him caused him to inhale sharply."Oh, God, I love fucking you, Mariana." He groaned.She grinned, and started grinding on him, her tender breasts bouncing. "I love hearing you say that—oh, my God…" she trailed off, her hands on his chest as she moved on top of him, getting more wild by the second.Marcello grabbed her hips and moved upwards to meet her, loving the way she was letting him know that she was enjoying this.Her waist moved perfectly, and Marcello watched her face as she rode him. He moved his hand to her breasts, gently caressing them."Oooh my…Marcello…" She arched her back, moaning as if every thrust felt more amazing than the next."Do you want to come, tesorino?" He gasped, watching her bite her bottom lip and nodding."Beg
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