𝔸𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕠 (𝓘𝓷 𝓔𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱)

B.B.B

Suddenly Rosella reaches for Marios's collar and pulls him down. Now, he could have easily pushed her away, I mean after years of boxing and martial arts, he basically sees himself as cypriot Bruce Lee, but his legs were already weak (for her hehe) and he found himself kneeling before her.
Her blouse unbuttoned slowly by itself, (what in the Harry Potter-) and her skirt unzipped, falling to the ground, showing a black lace lingerie set.
Marios's small dickity dick rose, (kinda like jesus, go read a bible kids), and Rosella noticed. She smirked and he blushed, she bent down to his level and he blushed even more, her face was about 6 inches away from his, but her her big ass nose already already touched his nose.
"Hot" he breathed out.
She slowly pulled him up by his collar, spun him round and bent him over.
He let her hands wrap around his tiny, hourglass waist and loosen his belt. His jeans dropped down.
His jaw dropped, eyes going hooded. He couldn't help the quickening rate at which he was breathing while thoughts and ideas flooded his mind.
He pictured her biting him. Biting his lip and tugging on it hungrily. Maybe she would bite him in other places too:
His throat, his shoulder, his chest, his thighs....that shit turned him on even more.
He wondered if she'd be rough with him, pull his hair, scratch him up, perhaps even spank him for his filthy sins and tell him what a bad boy he is.
The idea was literally enough to make him moan.
Before he could stop himself, a high and needy moan escaped his lips.
"I haven't iven dun anytheeng iet, ragazzino (baby boy)" she chuckled, her glasses glinting as she she pushes them up.
She licked her lips. Marios trembled as Rosella's fingers traced over his backside. A mixture of nervousness and excitement filled his chest. As soon as you thought his heart couldn't beat any faster, his heart rate elevated, his stomach filled with fluttering butterflies, palms grew as sweaty as a sinner in church and his face grew as red as crimson blood. He wanted to feel her all over him. Gripping him, caressing him, marking him in any way and any where.
He didn't care where she touched him, just as she did.
"Count to mi in italian. Every time you make a mistake, i vill spank you"
"Yes miss" he answered timidly.
"I prifer the vurd Mammina (mommy)"
"Si Mammina" he answered proudly, slowly gaining back his confidence and cockiness.
"Bravo ragazzo (good boy)" she replied.
Marios could feel her hands sliding over his backside, gently kneading and squeezing. His legs slowly growing weak again and the tension in his muscles began to melt away, relaxing under her touches.
They both rapidly straighten up and turn towards the sound of the door slamming wide open....