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The orgasm crashes over me, and my hips jerk wildly against the smooth skin of his thigh.
"That's it," he murmurs, his hands smoothing down the backs of my thighs, holding me firmly against him as I spasm. "Just like that."
I come harder, pleasure coursing through me, my hips bucking against him, a sob tearing from my throat.
And then, when I can't take any more, he slides a hand between us and presses the heel of his hand into my clit, and rubs it.
I come even harder.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," I sob, writhing helplessly under him.
"Come, Victoria. Give it all to me. Take what you need."
I sob and gasp, and he pushes my thighs apart and thrusts a finger inside me.
I scream.
"That's it, baby. Take me. Come on. You can take more."
He curls his finger, and another orgasm explodes through me.
"Fuck, yes," he says, his finger pumping. "That's it. Take it."
"Mario," I manage, reaching blindly for him.
He moves up my body, his fingers sliding out of me.
I'm so sensitive, every touch is magnified a hundredfold.
My legs are weak, and my pussy is throbbing.
My arms are shaky as I try to wrap them around him, pull him close.
He kisses me deeply, and then he's turning me over, pressing my face into the mattress.
His weight comes down on me.
"Are you still with me, cara?" he asks, his voice gentle.
"Yes."
"How are you doing?"
"Mario," I whimper. "Fuck me. For the love of God, just fuck me."
He chuckles.
His hands spread my thighs wide, putting me exactly where he wants me.
"If I hurt you, tell me, okay?"
"Okay," I agree, honestly not caring if he hurts me. I welcome it.
I want him to stretch me wide and ruin me for anyone else.
His cock slides between my slick folds.
I groan and press back against him.
