Un Uomo di 40 anni sa Come Fare Godere Una Donna !! Orgasmo Multiplo Per Alexandra C
Un Uomo di 40 anni sa Come Fare Godere Una Donna!! Orgasmo Multiplo Per Alexandra C.
by The Storyteller
The sun had barely risen over the rustic, Italian countryside when Alexandra C. awoke with a start. Between her thighs, a dull ache throbbed, a reminder of the night before. But as she stretched languidly beneath the silk sheets, a slow smile spread across her face. It had been a good night, indeed.
Her latest lover, a sultry-eyed Italian man in his early forties, had proven himself quite the master at pleasuring a woman – and Alexandra, at her ripe age of thirty-nine, had enjoyed every delightful, decadent moment of it.
Now, as she rose from the plush bed, the aroma of strong espresso wafted up from below, and she felt a tingle between her legs. The Italian, it seemed, was waking early to prepare breakfast, and a light of anticipation pierced through her.
After a hasty sponge bath, Alexandra slipped on a skimpy negligee and descended the winding staircase. In the kitchen, the man of the house stood at the stove, stirring a pot of rich pasta. He looked up as she entered, his eyes gleaming with unabashed desire.
“Buongiorno, bella donna,” he purred. “I trust you slept well after last night’s vigorous… activities?”
“Mmm,” Alexandra hummed, sauntering over to him. “You could say that. But you didn’t come upstairs to wake me for breakfast yourself?”
His grin widened as he set down the ladle. “Ah, but I wanted to let you rest. It’s not every night I have as my guest a woman with as much sexual stamina as you, mia cara.”
Alexandra laughed throatily as the man wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled the nape of her neck. “Is that so?” she breathed. “And here I thought you were an expert at, what did you call it?Rendering a woman totally satisfied?”
“Oh, carina, you’ve barely had a taste of what I can do,” he murmured, his lips trailing along the column of her throat. “Last night was merely an appetizer.”
As he spoke, his hand snaked up her thigh and cupped her sex through the thin fabric of her negligee. She arched against him, moaning softly, feeling his cock harden beneath his pants.
“Show me, then,” she urged breathlessly, turning in his arms to face him. “Show me what else that tongue of yours can do.”
His grin turned wicked. “As you wish, bellezza.”
In a flash, the negligee was discarded, pooling around her feet on the tile floor. Then he tipped her back on the kitchen island, his mouth descending on her pussy in a groupingskilled leap.
Oh, how skilled his tongue was! It swirled around her bud, flicked into her deepest recesses, lapping up the juices that flowed freely from her. Alexandra writhed beneath him, hands fisting in the man’s hair, urging him closer. Deeper.
And still, he didn’t relent. With deft fingers, he plunged two digits into her core while his tongue worked overtime, sucking and licking until she thought she might scream. Up and down his hands and mouth moved, fucking her, bringing her closer to oblivion.
“Please,” she whimpered, knuckles white from gripping the marble so tightly. “I-I can’t-” She broke off with a gasp as he curled his fingers just so, stroking a spot inside her that sent stars exploding behind her eyes.
“Come per me, bella,” he encouraged, the vibrations of his voice against her sex sending shivers up her spine. “Let me taste your pleasure.”
With a keening cry, Alexandra did just that, her body convulsing as the first orgasm wracked her small frame. But he was insatiable; he continued his ministrations, coaxing her through a second, even more powerful climax.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he drew back, licking his lips with a look of base male satisfaction. “Bravo, carina,” he crooned. “Such a delicious pussy you have.”
Shakily, Alexandra pushed herself to sitting on the kitchen island, heart still pounding. “And what about you, mister?” she asked coyly. “I seem to remember fondling an impressive erection last night…”
