Mofos – University girl needs some cash
Title: “The Italian Babe’s Cash Conundrum”
In the dog days of summer, the narrow, cobbled streets of Rome swelter in an inferno of heat and lust. Amidst the churning masses of tourists and locals alike, a radiant beauty, Eliza, saunters down Via del Corso, her ample bosom bouncing with each purposeful stride. The sun-drenched Italian bombshell catches the eye of a roguish chap named Marco, who has an uncanny knack for spotting vulnerability in the fairer sex.
With a shark’s grin, Marco approaches the enticing Eliza, who pauses to admire an elaborate window display of scrumptious gelato. “Ciao bellissima,” he croons, his smooth voice gliding over her like honey. “You look a little overwhelmed. Is there anything I can help you with?” Eliza blushes, fingering a tress of her chestnut hair nervously. “I…I’m supposed to meet some friends for dinner, but I seem to have misplaced my purse. I’m not sure what to do.” Her voice trails off, a tinge of desperation creeping in.
Somthing deranged catches in Marco’s eye, and he steps closer to the hapless lass. “Ah, poor baby. Let me help you out. I know a discrete alleyway just around the corner, where I can lend you some cash, and we can duck out of this nasty heat.” A flicker of uncertainty passes over Eliza’s expressive features, but the promise of cool relief wins out. “Alright. I’d appreciate that,” she murmurs, allowing Marco to guide her slender arm down the labyrinthine passage.
As soon as they’re away from prying eyes, Marco spins Eliza around, pinning her against the rough stone wall. “Oh, sweet thing,” he growls, “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for a chance like this.” His hungry mouth descends upon Eliza’s, his tongue plundering her virgin lips. She struggles briefly before surrendering to the onslaught of sensation, her nubile body molding to his like a second skin.
With deft fingers, Marco tears open Eliza’s blouse, sending buttons flying. Her ripe breasts spill out, the pink nipples puckering in the evening air. “Mamma mia,” Marco exclaims reverently, his hands covering the succulent mounds. Eliza whimpers as his thumbs circle the sensitive buds, jolts of pure electricity shooting straight to her core.
Undeterred, Marco sinks to his knees before her, yanking down her short skirt and soaking thong in one swift motion. The sight of her bare, glistening pussy makes him dizzy with lust. “Spread your legs for me, little one,” he commands, his deep voice trembling with anticipation. Eliza obeys, the heady musk of her arousal filling the deserted passageway.
Marco plants a trail of searing kisses up her silky thighs before burying his face in her sweet folds. Eliza gasps, her fingers tangling in the man’s lustrous locks as he devours her, his tongue flicking against her swollen clit. He Lap at her nectar like a man starved, groaning in appreciation of her heady flavor. The coil in Eliza’s womb tightens, her impending orgasm just out of reach.
Just as she teeters on the precipice of ecstasy, Marco withdraws, leaving her bereft and wanton. “Please,” she whimpers, “I’m so close.” Her thighs tremble, the sudden emptiness almost unbearable. Marco grins, unzipping his fly to reveal a rigid shaft jutting from the dark hair at the base.
“I’ll give you what you need,” he promises, “but you’ll have to work for it.” With that, he fishes out a crisp roll of bills, holding it just out of Eliza’s reach. “Wrap those heavenly lips around my cock, little one, and maybe I’ll let you have it.” The Italian beauty hesitates for a split second before allowing him to guide his thick length into her warm mouth.
Eliza moans at the taste of his skin, velvet over steel. She takes him deep, her throat convulsing around his girth. Marco groans, his hips jerking forward. “That’s it, bellissima. Take it all.” His fingers tangle in her hair, pushing and pulling her over his rigid flesh. Oblivious to the possible harm, Eliza bobs up and down, slurping and suckling like her life depends on it.
Just as Marco nears his peak, he lifts her away, his member pulsing angrily. “Not yet,” he grunts, “I want to bury myself in your tight cunt.” With inhuman strength, he lifts her up, impaling her on his thick shaft with a guttural moan. Eliza cries out in pleasure, her sheath stretching deliciously around his width.
Marco pounds into her, his pelvis smacking against her sensitive flesh. Eliza wraps her long, tanned legs around his waist, urging him deeper still. The walls of her pussy flutter and clench, silk over steel. “Fuck me,” she keens, all inhibitions gone, “give me every inch.” Marco complies passionately, her cries bouncing off the narrow walls.
The delicious friction sends Eliza hurtling towards oblivion, her climax cresting like a tidal wave. “Marco!” She screams his name like a life raft, her body convulsing in rapturous bliss. Marco follows closely behind, his hot seed erupting inside her like a geyser.
As the aftershocks fade, Marco withdraws, his spent member sliding from her with a wet pop. He tucks himself away, monuments grinning down at the dazed beauty. “I hope you enjoyed our little transaction, Eliza dear. Here’s the cash I owed you.” He places the bills in her trembling hand, giving her hindquarters a parting squeeze.
Eliza watches him disappear into the twilight, marveling at her wanton behavior. She may have ended up with his money, but it’s Marco who walked away with the true prize – her innocence, sold for a mere pittance.
