Gardening Hoe – RealityKings with Jessy Jones, Valentina Nappi

The sun-drenched Italian countryside stretched out before them, a lush paradise of rolling hills and rustic charm. Yet in the middle of this pastoral idyll, the air crackled with a different kind of heat. Within the confines of their walled garden, Valentina Nappi and Jessy Jones were engaged in a far more carnal form of toil.

Valentina, her raven hair glistening in the sunlight, knelt among the tomato vines, a smoldering look in her almond-shaped eyes. She wore cutoff denim shorts that hugged her shapely behind, and a white tank top straining against her generous bosom. As she tended to the plants, her apron fluttered invitingly, hinting at the delights hidden beneath.

Jessy, his muscular frame sun-kissed and glistening with sweat, leaned against a gnarled olive tree, a knowing smirk playing across his handsome face. He fingered the long wooden handle of the gardening hoe, his piercing blue eyes never leaving Valentina’s sensual form.

Positioning himself behind her, he ran his calloused hands over her supple skin, gripping her hips possessively. Valentina gasped, arching her back as he pressed himself against her, his hardness evident through his worn jeans. She ground back against him, eliciting a low groan from Jessy’s lips.

“Bella, you know what that tee-shirt does to me,” he growled, tugging at the string keeping her top tied. With a sharp tug, the fabric fell open, revealing her full, perky breasts. A scattering of freckles dusted her pale skin, drawing Jessy’s wandering hands like a roadmap.

Valentina reached back, tangling her fingers in his auburn curls as he traced the swell of her cleavage. “That’s the point, amore,” she purred, “I want to see you toss that hoe aside and ravage me.”

Jessy chuckled, nipping at her earlobe as he hefted the heavy garden tool. “Oh, I’ll have you planting something else before long.” He casually swung the hoe, the smooth wood gliding through the air before landing with a solid thump in the churned earth. The mature Italian stallion knew how to wield an implement, both in the garden and the bedroom.

Valentina bit her lip, a shiver of anticipation running through her. “Promises. Promises,” she teased, turning to face him. She reached for his belt, her nimble fingers making quick work of the buckle. “First you’ll have to wood me before you spade me, cavaliere.”

Jessy captured her hands, Pinning them above her head. Her breasts jutted forward, begging to be touched. “I was talking about this wooden handle, vixen.” He slipped the long, thick shaft from the hoe, the smooth varnished wood glistening in the sun. “But you’re not the only one who can double entendre.”

Valentina’s eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps as he trailed the tool down her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. When he reached the waistband of her shorts, she bucked her hips, craving the sensation. With a sharp tug, he yanked the denim down, exposing the lacy trim of her sheer panties. They were soaked through, clear evidence of her arousal.

His fingers dipped beneath the delicate fabric, stroking her slick folds. “You’re so wet, babygirl. Dripping already,” he murmured, his thumb circling her sensitive clit. Valentina whimpered, her knees weakening as he worked her over.

Just when she thought she could take no more, he withdrew, leaving her craving his touch. Her eyes flashed with desire as she watched him peel his jeans off, his rigid cock springing free. He stroked himself, a wicked grin on his face. “You want this, bella? Want me to bury myself inside you?”

“Sì, amore. Want you to take me. Want to feel you throbbing inside me as you make me yours,” Valentina pleaded, desperation coloring her tone.

Jessy released himself, his thick shaft bobbing enticingly. Then in one swift move, he pulled her panties aside, the head of his cock nudging against her hot entrance. With a swift surge of his hips, he plunged into her welcoming heat, a guttural moan escaping him.

Valentina cried out, her nails raking down his back as he savagely drove into her. Each powerful thrust hit her sweet spot, driving her closer to the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her hips slamming against his in a primal rhythm.

“Cazzo, you feel so good,” Jessy grunted, sweat beading on his brow. “So tight and wet and perfect.”

Valentina could only moan in response, the ecstasy building within her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the stiff peaks grazing his chest. She nipped at his jaw, licking the salt from his skin. “More, amore. Harder. Deeper.”

Jessy obliged, pounding into her at a feverish pace. The wet slap of flesh echoed through the garden, accompanied by their escalating moans and shouts. Valentina could feel her climax building, the pressure coiling in her core. “I’m going to come,” she sobbed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

With a final, bruising thrust, Jessy buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he flooded her with his seed. Valentina screamed her release, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. They crashed over the edge together, lost in a whirlwind of passion.

As they collapsed in the dirt and foliage, panting and sated, Valentina turned to him, a sultry smirk playing at her lips. “That was… intenso. But we’re not done yet. Gardenia has so much more to explore,” she purred, reaching for his softening shaft. “And an Italiaendrer like you can definitely go again.”