❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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P A R I S
As I settle on Luciano's lap, my dress rides up to my waist, exposing my lacy thong and my ass. His muscles tense as I rub my pussy against his crotch, feeling the bulge of his cock harden beneath me, and a wicked thrill courses through me.
The thin fabric of my thong is no barrier; I can feel every ridge, every inch of his hardening dick beneath me. His breath is all shaky, and I can tell he's fighting to maintain control.
"Paris," he growls, trying to sound firm, but I can hear the hunger in his voice. "This isn't the time for this."
"Come on, Luciano," I whisper, my lips teasing his ear. "Just a little fun. I promise I'll be a good girl."
I press harder against him, grinding slow and deliberate, savoring the way his dick throbs uncontrollably against my thong. But his hands remain frozen at his sides. I pout, grabbing his wrists and placing his hands on my bare ass, forcing him to grip me like he should.
"Don't be shy." I purr.
I arch my back, pushing my butt into his hands, and his fingers dig into my flesh, squeezing my ass. His touch sends sparks of heat straight to my pussy, and a soft moan slips out.
"This isn't right. You need to stop." He groans, but his bruising grip on my ass says otherwise, and I chuckle softly.
"Oh, I don't think I will," I tease, rubbing my pussy against his cock again, feeling it pulse beneath me. "You're hard as a rock, Luciano. Don't pretend you don't want this."
His hands tighten on my ass, squeezing hard as if to anchor himself. I roll my hips, pressing my pussy harder against him, feeling my wetness soak through the thin thong. His cock twitches beneath me, straining against his pants for release.
"You're playing with fire." He growls, his voice low and rough and I smirk, rocking my hips slowly.
"Maybe I like it hot." I purr, trailing my fingers down his chest, feeling his heart race beneath my fingertips.
His resolve is slipping, and I can see it in his eyes. He's trying so hard to resist, but his body's giving him away, his dick pulsing forcefully under me. I shift my hips, grinding against him again as he struggles to hold back.
"I missed you tonight," I murmur, pressing a kiss to his neck. "Did you miss me, daddy?"
His grip on my ass tightens, his breath hitching as I continue to grind against him. I can feel the hard length of his cock pushing up against my wet pussy, the tip pressing against his pants, straining for release. His hands slide up my waist, fingers digging in as he fights the urge to take control.
"Paris." He warns, but his voice is thick with desire, showing he's barely holding on.
"Let go, Luciano. I want you to feel how wet you make me." I say, grinning.
