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“You’re pussy is so fucking wet, just the way I like it.” His breath tickled against me as he spoke and then I felt something thick penetrate me.

Looking back down between my legs, I saw that he was plunging three large fingers in and out of me. Oh God, the friction inside me was so good, his fingers making me feel so full.

He continued fucking me with his fingers as he tongued my clit, making me whimper as I approached my climax.

But then he stopped moving his fingers, making me pant with need as his tongue kept working my clit.

Eventually he started plunging his fingers inside me again, thankfully bringing me toward orgasm, the pressure of his digits against my pussy walls being what I needed to take me over the edge.

But as I was about to come, he again stilled his fingers, leaving them positioned inside me and making me want to scream with frustration. He kept bringing me close to my climax and then deliberately backing off.

Lifting myself onto just my knees, I started to move my whole body back and forth, lifting my vagina off his fingers and then plunging back down on them, again and again, to mimic what he had just been doing to me.

And each time I pushed back down on his fingers, I ground my clit against his mouth, getting the delicious friction I so wanted there.

Now I understand why it was called riding a guy’s face. I looked over my shoulder as I sank back down onto his fingers and mouth, seeing the profound desire in his gaze as it focused on my pussy, his face wet with my juices.

As I looked forward again, the sight of his cock as hard as steel made my mouth water and I couldn’t help myself from taking it in my mouth for the first time.

I slipped the silky tip between my lips and then took as much of his length in my mouth as I could, tightly massaging the rest with my fist.

This was the first time I’d taken him in my mouth. As I continued moving my hips over his face while plunging my mouth up and down his cock, I heard his voice behind me. “Good girl,” he said in a hard voice.

After a while he pushed me off his body, flipping me over onto my back and filling me with his huge cock in one harsh movement, making me cry out in pleasure.

“You’re such a good girl that I didn’t even need to tell you to suck my dick,” he growled as he pounded my pussy. “I love that you’re such a good girl but such a dirty girl at the same time.”

He penetrated me relentlessly and this time didn’t back off, instead bringing me to an intense orgasm which made me cry out loudly, before he surrendered to his own climax, grunting into my neck as he pumped me full of his endless cum.

Afterward he dragged me onto his chest and stroked my arms and kissed my hair. “Go to sleep now,” he murmured, as I let my tiredness claim my body.

CHAPTER 30

ANNUNCIATA

The next day, I went back to thinking about Clara’s speech. Whichever way I looked at it, I knew it was going to be an uphill battle to get Lorenzo to realize that Clara might need professional help.

I recalled seeing a book about how to do speech therapy at home with your child, and I went back onto my laptop and went through my search history to see if I could find it again. Finding the website, I made a note of the name of the book and then found an online copy to buy.

I was taking the children to the playground this morning, and I decided to start reading the book while I was watching the children there.

After Giuseppe had driven us to the playground, I settled on a bench where I had a good view of the children and started the book.

It began by outlining different types of speech issues and then moved on to the speech therapy technique that the book would teach. As I read through it, I wondered if this technique could help Clara develop her speech?

The technique involves expanding the child’s single words into two-word phrases, then three-word phrases, then four-word phrases, and continuing this expansion until the child could speak whole sentences. This could possibly help Clara because so far I’d never heard her say anything longer than two or three words together.

Clara came over at that point. “Drink, please,” she asked me.

I wondered how I could use the technique with her. After thinking about it for a few moments, I said “Wantdrink, please?” emphasizing how a longer phrase would sound if she used it.

And she nodded in reply. So, she understood what I said, but I needed to get her to start saying these longer phrases and sentences.

“Here you are.” I handed her a bottle filled with water.

“Like drink,” she said after drinking a third of the bottle.

“Ilike drink,” I modeled for her, just like the book suggested I do.

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