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Testarossa Di Toscana

Date: 7/26/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

played with my balls as she stroked my long, thick shaft. Her eyes widened when she realized how big and thick I was. “ Fuck, you’d split me in two with this, Gil ,” She thought and smiled to herself. Vivian stroked and ran her finger tips over the slit of my cock. She collected the precum on her fingertips and brought her fingers to her mouth as she moved her other hand from my balls to my shaft. She made sure I was looking at her before she sucked the clear, sticky liquid in to her mouth and savored its musky flavor before swallowing it. She slid her hand back under the blanket and began to jerk me off with both her hands. I groaned softly at the sensation of her delicate, soft hands pumping my cock from tip to balls. “Mmmmm, you have a beautiful cock, Sir. I am sure you would hurt me if you ever fucked my tight, naughty cunt with it,” She purred in to my ear. “Do you want to hurt my naughty, tight, little cunt, Gil? Vivian pouted. “I’ll make it bleed for me, if I ever get you alone,” I half growled as I closed my eyes and threw my head back. “Yes, please. Make it bleed,” Vivian panted and imagined her tight, little cunt stretched and filled as I drove deep inside her. “Fuck, stroke me faster,” I ordered. Vivian obeyed and leaned in closer to me as she flipped her hair off her face with a snap of her head. Preparing to dive under the blanket and claim her reward. I tensed my legs as cum travelled and built up at the base of my shaft. Vivian slid her head along my chest and ... under the blanket. She took my cock in to her mouth and sucked on the head. I exploded and filled her mouth with cum. “Mmmmm, thank you, Sir,” she whispered as she wiped a droplet of cum from the corner of her mouth and quickly sucked it in to her mouth. ~ The plane’s wheels squelched as they made contact with the Leonardo Da Vinci Airport’s runway. I leaned in and kissed Vivian on the lips, while the limo driver held the car door open for me. I felt Vivian’s hand slip something in to my jacket pocket. She broke the kiss, got up on her toes and whispered in my ear, “Text me and I’ll send you naughty pictures of me,” she giggled to herself and skipped away. When I was in the limo, I reached in to my pocket and pulled out Vivian’s panties. She had written her cell number on them with lipstick. I smiled to myself. I sent her a text saying that when we got back to Toronto, I would keep my word to her and fuck her till she bled for me. ~ The flight to Florence wasn’t as eventful as my cross Atlantic journey. I was glad to be in a limo and on my way to see Alberto Di Zafferi, a billionaire real estate mogul. He was sixty years old, a short, stout man with a bad hair transplant. But no one would dare say it to his face. I knew of him, rumors floated around that he made the bulk of his fortune buying and selling oil illegally. But, this was Italy. As beautiful as she is, she does hide many ugly things. Alberto called me while I was being driven to his house. More like a castle than a ...