Page 122 of Marcello

I stayed there, not moving, feeling her body spasming beneath me, her legs trembling, watching her beautiful breasts heave up and down.

After almost a minute of being still, her legs finally stopped quivering, and she opened her eyes halfway. She looked like she was drunk.

“Oh… my god…” she half-gasped, half-whispered. “…that was… fucking… the best thing I’ve ever felt…”

I laughed and kissed her. She kissed me back – softly, then gradually harder.

After a couple of minutes of just making out, she pushed back gently against my chest.

“Okay… now you,” she whispered.

I nodded gently… kissed her once more… and slooooowly began to pull out of her.

Her face contorted in surprised pleasure and pain –

And then, as I eased deeper inside her, her eyes rolled back in her head again.

“Oh my god…” she moaned.

I took her bottom lip between my teeth and gently pulled at it.

I eased out…

Then in.

Being inside her was the most deliriously pleasurable sensation I’d ever felt.

I let go of her lip and she arched her back, her tits wobbling slightly as she moved. “Oh my God!”

I began moving a little faster… a little harder…

And she began thrusting her pelvis against mine, wanting me deeper.

“Oh fuck – oh fuck – oh fuck!” she cried out, thrashing her head to the side.

She was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen in my life.

I put one hand on her breast and squeezed it, kneading it in my hand, and she moaned all the louder.

I felt like I was hypnotized by her beauty –

By the innocence of her expression –

By the sheer sexual magic of her body.

I wanted to go on forever – to be inside her all night –

But she was just too hot.

Her face – her eyes rolled back in her head – her breasts quivering – her pussy squeezing my cock –

I knew I couldn’t last.

“I have to pull out,” I grunted.

“No,” she moaned. “I’m almost there – ”

“I’m going to come.”