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She had to feel connected to her body, explore it, feel it and know that to enjoy it, you didn't always need to fuck. Sometimes it was good to see, hear, feel or taste without me being inside her, penetrating her non-stop. It was something that surprised me myself, because she was everything that I didn't want to fuck with, however, at some point I feel like she will ask me to do it.
I am going to destroy her, I am going to destroy her into pieces so that she can rebuild herself and stop thinking, ideas or memories that continue to haunt her.
My field of vision is invaded by that beautiful skin, she is wearing a babydoll and panties underneath, no bra. The triangle straps of the bikini move over her thighs. I prepare for the show.
—Do what you want, feel like the true princess of the Calabrian mafia,principessa.
—I have a challenge for you.
He puts one foot against the coffee table.
—Tell me, you have my attention.
"I want you to touch yourself while I show you what you bought me," she proposes, full of mischief. And you can't cum until you give the next challenge, and so, the whole night I want it to be about challenges. You and me, it doesn't matter what it is.
—Okay, I like it, start.
She moves her legs on the table, stylizing each one of them, she is not wearing shoes, her toenails are painted red, a color that I love. Under the zipper of my pants and over the fabric of my boxers I begin to massage the member, little by little it becomes erect.
—Think very carefully about your challenge Salvatore, you know who ends up winning.
—This time you're not going to win.
-Sure?
—Yes, because I'm going to make you mine all night and all morning, and you're not going to deny.
—What if I fuck you?
"Be careful," I point with my eyes, I reveal my cock, "be careful with the ropes because wherever I catch you, you'll be finished, Emily."
-We'll see.
I stretch all my skin, the tip of my member appears the drop of precum that overflows, I spread it over the pink and fat crown that I can't wait to stick into it again. She unties the laces of the bun in front of her, getting rid of the babydoll she throws it at me.
"One more challenge Fiore," I look into her eyes, "I want you to show me everything, to feel powerful while I look at you." I don't want doubts in you, I don't want fear, I want to really see who you are, can you do it?
I know it is something that sounds easy, but from her experiences I know that it is difficult for her because she constantly struggles questioning herself what is right and what is wrong. It's hard for her to please herself.
-I can do it.
He takes his hands all over her body until he captures those tight nipples between his fingers, the areolas becoming darker due to the blood that travels and settles in her breasts. He goes up again to caress his entire body, goes down, managing to pull on the panties and allowing me to see just a little bit of hair that covers his pubes.
I move my hand more intensely against my cock, my testicles are heavy, which indicates that I must control myself and think about my grandmother's holy goats because I am sure that if I continue looking at her for one more second, letting my head allow itself to fantasize, I will end up losing.
She doesn't stop moving, she touches her legs, she turns around and stretches her body, she leans over giving me a nice mental photo of her butt covered in black lace. She turns around again, pulls her panties to reveal herself and that pussy covered in the softness of her hair makes me lick my lips.
I'm nowhere near spitting everywhere. I keep moving, and he notices that I'm controlling myself too much, he moves his body a little more, gets off the table and approaches.
—Stop, you've won a point.
—Very well, you have won another one. —I invite her to sit against my legs, I notice a slight moisture that covers my pants when her pussy is exposed to me—. You won another one.
-You admire me?
—Every part of you—I run my hands over her back—every centimeter of your skin, every corner of your mind, every smile, every look I praise Emily.
-All?
