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But it’s not enough. I need more of her.

My fingers grip the fold where the towel’s secured, ripping it away from her body. She gasps against my mouth as the piece of fabric tumbles to the ground and she’s left naked in my arms.

Soft, supple curves pressed up against me.

Instant fucking paradise.

Portia is borderline shy about her body—a quirk I’ve noticed about her and find both endearing and maddening. Her body is incredible from head to toe, slim curves wrapped up in mocha brown skin I can’t resist.

Manic with the intense desire I have for her, I lick at her mouth and then kiss my way up to her ear. “Siediti sulla mia fottuta faccia.”

A light yelp leaves her as I pluck her off the ground and toss her onto the bed. I’m quick undressing, shoving down the sweats I’ve put on and prowling toward her on the bed like a predator.

The look on her beautiful face is of excitement. She’s sitting up with bent knees, and her chest heaving, dark eyes wide and plump lips parted.

I devour her like it’s what I was born to do.

With one swift motion, I’ve flipped our positions. I’m lying on my back and she’s straddling me. I’m dragging her forward up the rest of my torso until her thighs are on either side of my head and her delicious pussy is hovering over my mouth.

“Soffocami con questa dolce figa.”

Portia’s entire body goes rigid as I pull her down to my mouth and my tongue takes its first swipe at her pussy. She cries out like she already can’t take it.

It’s already too much for her.

But it’s too fucking bad—I intend on dining on this pussy tonight and she’s going to have to take these orgasms I’m about to force out of her.

I’m about to have her thighs quaking and her pussy soaked.

My cock throbs at the thought, where it stands tall and erect midair.

Hands curled on her hips, I rub her pussy on my face. All the angles and contours create an instant friction that makes her elicit a hiss. The hairs on my beard add to this effect. Nothing but a tease as she grows needy and grinds her pussy back against me.

I flick my tongue to her clit and then lift her up enough for scolding.

“You want to come,dolcezza?” I ask, biting at her inner thigh. She inhales a labored breath, her gorgeous tits subtly swaying from the motion, and then nods.

“Then ride my fucking face and earn it like a good girl.”

Yanking her back down, I’m suffocating myself on her pussy. My tongue pushes in and out of her in ravenous strokes.

Any semblance of inhibitions vanishes from Portia.

At the greedy assault of my tongue, she whimpers and grips the headboard. If not she’d probably crumble to pieces.

Her hips gyrate, picking up a motion that’s equally as greedy as my tongue. She rocks against my face, using its every contour to get herself off.

My fist closes around my dick and I start stroking myself.

Probably the best multitasking known to man—eating her pussy and jerking myself off.

Portia’s eyes clamp shut and her gyrations increase. Soon she’s clutching at the headboard and squeezing her thighs against my head. She’s breathing like she’s about to pass out.

Sharp, gasping breaths, her mouth dropped open.

I’m graced with the pleasure of watching it all unfold.

The fantastic fucking view of her tits from below. The underside of the soft mounds making me even harder, my free hand reaching up to palm and grope them.