Elsa

Marcello slides both hands under me and hugs me tightly as his cock slides inside and out, harder and faster, until I feel myself contracting inside. I swing my head back and allow the orgasm to take me over.

“Harder,” I moan.

He pushes at me twice as hard. I can feel him close on my heels, but I can't stop the rapture any more. I scream, my body tightening as I come, and Marcello's hips don’t stop stroking, impaling me. Another stroke, and another. I hear ringing in my ears. It is too much. With a wild howl, I come for the second time and my sweaty body...