ITALIAN – My wife works, I put my cock in slut from dating site: Lara De Santis – SESSO-24ORE

In the bustling city of Milan, where designer suits and espresso-fueled meetings dictate the relentless pace of daytime, a secret rendezvous is unfolding. A clandestine liaison, a twisted Instagram alliance, a beautiful blonde finding her pleasure in another man’s arms. This is the story of Lara De Santis, married mother, tasted by another. Let the video unroll…

As the sun beats down on the cobblestone streets, Lara locks the door of the quaint bistro, her place of clandestine rendezvous. She glances at her watch, then her phone. A text: “I’ll be right there.” It’s him, the one she’s been trading naughty selfies with, the one who makes her heart race and her panties damp. She’s married, but she craves something more, something forbidden. And he’s about to give it to her…

The door opens, and in walks a tall, broad-shouldered Italian man with a roguish smile and dark, smoldering eyes. Lara’s breath catches in her throat. This is her first time meeting him in the flesh, and the physicality of it all is deeply thrilling. “Ciao, bella,” he purrs, his accent thick and honeyed. Lara flushes, feeling the heat pooling in her core.

They waste no time with pleasantries. He grabs her roughly, pulling her against his hard body as he claims her lips in a searing kiss. Lara moans, a long, shuddery sound that reveals her need and desire. His hands roam her curves, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, stoking the flames of her arousal. Lara grinds against him, feeling his hardening cock through his clothes.

“Cazzo, you’re so sexy,” he groans, nipping at her throat. “I’ve been dreaming of this…of you.” He unbuttons her blouse, exposing her lacy bra to his hungry gaze. Lara arches her back, offering her breasts to him like a sacrifice. He feasts on them, sucking and biting her through the thin fabric until she’s aching with need.

“Please,” she whimpers, “I want you…all of you.” He chuckles darkly and shrugs off his shirt, revealing tanned skin and rippling muscles. Lara licks her lips, eyeing his broad chest, his chiseled abs. She reaches out, trailing a fingertip down his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles quiver beneath her touch.

He undoes her zipper, sliding his hand into her panties to cup her mound. Lara cries out, spreading her legs for him, welcoming his touch. His fingers find her wetness, dip into her heat, stroking her until she’s gasping and writhing. “You’re so wet,” he growls, voice rough with lust. “So fucking sexy…”

Lara shoves at his pants, desperate to free his cock. She needs to feel him inside her, filling her, stretching her. He obliges, shoving his pants and boxers down, letting his hard, thick cock spring free. Lara’s eyes widen at the impressive size, the bulbous head already glistening with pre-cum. He mashes it against her, sliding it through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he promises, his breath hot against her ear. “I’m going to fill you with my cock, pound you until you scream.” Lara shudders, her pussy clenching with anticipation. He grips her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. Then he thrusts forward, spearing into her, burying himself balls-deep in her tight, wet heat.

“Fuck!” she cries out, her voice echoing in the empty bistro. He feels so good inside her, stretching her deliciously, hitting depths she’s never felt before. He starts to move, his hips snapping forward, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Lara meets his thrusts, grinding her hips against his, loving the way he fills her.

He fucks her hard and fast, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing through the room. Lara’s hands scrabble at his back, nails digging into his shoulders as she clings to him, lost in the pleasure. He reaches between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing fierce circles around it. Lara practically convulses, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she hurtles towards her climax.

“Come for me,” he growls, his voice a dark command. “Come on my cock, bella.” Lara shatters, her pussy clamping down on him as she shudders and shakes in his arms. He fucks her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she’s a whimpering, trembling mess.

He’s not done with her yet, though. He pulls out, flipping her around and bending her over a nearby table. Lara gasps as he enters her from behind, hitting even deeper this way. He pounds into her, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Lara pushes back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, drunk on the sensation of him inside her.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he groans, his voice strained. “Fill this pussy with my cum…” Lara clenches around him, the dirty words spurring her on. She wants it, wants to feel him pulsing inside her, marking her, claiming her. “Do it,” she gasps out, looking back at him with desperate eyes. “Fuck, do it…”

With a roar, he slams into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he comes hard, his cock twitching and throbbing as he pumps her full of his seed. Lara moans, feeling the heat of it filling her, coating her walls. She collapses forward, spent and sated, his cock still pulsing inside her.

They stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Then he pulls out, and Lara feels his cum dribbling out of her, down her thighs. She flushes, suddenly self-conscious. What have they done? She’s a married woman, a mother, and she’s just been fucked senseless by another man.

He catches her gaze, gives her a wicked, knowing smirk. “Until next time, bella,” he says, tucking himself away and adjusting his clothes. Lara nods, unable to form words. He winks at her, then turns and saunters out of the bistro, leaving her alone with her thoughts, and her aching, well-used pussy.

Lara straightens her clothes, feeling the sticky wetness between her legs, the lingering soreness from their fierce coupling. She feels dirty, used, and yet…invigorated. Alive. She’s never felt this wild, this wanton before. It’s thrilling, and terrifying, and she knows she’ll be back for more.

For now, though, she has to play the part of the devoted wife, the loving mother. She has to go home, clean herself up, and pretend that she hasn’t just been fucked senseless by a stranger. But even as she locks up the bistro and heads for her car, she can’t stop thinking about him, about how good he felt inside her, about how much she wants to do it again.

And again. And again. Until next time, indeed.