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My cock buried in her throat.

I can feel her working her throat, but no moans or whimpers come out of it, blocked by my hard length.

Finally, finally, I hit home.

My balls rest against her chin.

The tip of my cock is buried in the tight, slick, warmth of her throat.

"Cazzo santo," I gasp.

Victoria is a sight.

Eyes wet, lashes damp.

Mascara running.

Lips stretched wide.

Arousal and need and pleasure shining on her face.

It is an image that will be etched into my mind for the rest of time.

Finally, I pull out, and she inhales hard through her nose.

Her chest heaves, her breasts swaying.

I go back to shallow thrusts while she catches her breath.

I think she's had enough, and I'm ready to finish this.

But she apparently doesn't agree.

She shakes her head, trying to pull back so she can speak, but the glass stops her.

I pull back a bit and she coughs, then gasps.

"Again," she whispers.

Her voice is hoarse and raspy, and her fingers tighten around mine.

"I think you've had enough," I say gently.

"Please," she begs. "Please, please."

She's rubbing herself against me now, her tits dragging across the front of my pants as she writhes in pleasure.

"Again," she whispers. "Please, Mario. Fuck my mouth again."

The sound of her voice, begging me, is almost too much.

"One more time," I tell her.

"More," she whines.

"One more," I repeat, my voice low and commanding.

Her eyes widen, her pupils dilate, and she shudders.

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