Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Five :My Woman
Bruno
By the time I arrive back in Italy, I can't help but recall the sweet memory of her kiss.
So is the image of her lying naked on her bed while I ate out her p***y.
The memory of the glorious sound of pleasure humming from her lips fills my ears and I remember how she looked coming undone in my arms.
As she arched into my face, bowing so far back the moon glistened off her puckered n*****s, I think I lost my mind then, too.
Fuck. I‘m so f*****g hard my d**k is leaking. There’s only one thing I can do to relieve myself.
. I turn the water on cold. It blasts over me and I grab the head of my d**k. Then I start pumping and jerking my d**k like I’m a f*****g teenage boy.
This is the result of my wonderful idea to get just a taste when
