Sono saltata sul CAZZO e non volevo piu scendere (dialoghi ita)

Title: “I Jumped On His Cock and Never Wanted to Get Off”

“Ciao bellezza, come stai?” A seductive voice purred over the phone. “Ehi, tesoro,” I replied, my heart fluttering at the sound of my lover’s voice. “What’s up?”

“Guess what I’m doing right now?” he said, his tone dripping with mischief. “I’m sitting in my car, checking out all the hot chicks walking by. And you know what would make it even better? If you were here with me, giving me a lap dance.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Typical hormones, typical guy. “Well, if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll give you that lap dance in person later,” I teased. “Mmm, can’t wait,” he groaned. “See you soon, baby.”

I ended the call and got back to my day, my mind wandering to the idea of a steamy encounter with my sexy boyfriend. But little did I know, he had something truly naughty planned.

Hours later, I arrived at our favorite spot, eager to see him. But of course, my sneaky man had other plans. As soon as I stepped through the door, he pounced on me like a wild animal, his hands roaming my curves, his lips attacking my neck.

“Bella, I’ve been dreaming about this all day,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “I need you, right now.”

“Well, in that case…” I purred, grinding my hips against his growing bulge. “Let’s get out of these clothes and have some real fun.”

Within seconds, we were naked and tangled up in a passionate embrace, our hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. As he pinned me against the wall, I could feel his hard, throbbing member pressing against my wet, aching center.

“Ti voglio,” he groaned, his eyes wild with desire. “I want you so bad.”

“Then take me,” I whispered, spread my legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Fuck me hard right now. I can’t wait anymore.”

He didn’t hesitate, slamming his thick cock deep inside me with a powerful thrust. “Ohhh fuuuuuucckkk,” I cried out, relishing the incredible sensation of being so fully filled and stretched.

“Cazzo, sei così stretta,” he panted as he began to pound into me, his hips moving like a jackhammer. “So fucking tight.”

Lost in a haze of pure ecstasy, I moaned and writhed beneath him, my nails digging into his muscular back. With each thrust, his swollen tip kissed my cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my core.

Unbeknownst to us, someone must have heard all the commotion and decided to film our steamy encounter. One minute, I was desperately humping my man’s cock, the next, a handheld camera was pointed right at my well-fucked pussy!

“Che cazzo?” I gasped, momentarily stunned. “Who the fuck is filming us?”

“Non so,” my lover said, equally surprised. “But fuck it, I’m not gonna stop now. This feels too good.”

With those words, he resumed hammering away at my clutching snatch, the camera zooming in on my puffy, cream-filled lips and the way his heavy balls smacked my ass with each driving lunge.

Lost to the world again, I could do nothing but surrender to the pounding I was receiving, my pussy squirting juices down his cock and balls, my tits bouncing wildly. I could feel my orgasm building fast, my body tensing up, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Sto per… per… per… Venussssssss!!!” I shrieked, my voice reverberating off the walls as I came harder than I ever had before, my cunt milking his cock for all it was worth.

“FUCK YESSSSS! CUM! CUM! CUUUUUUM!” yelled the cameraman, his tone manic and deranged. In the heat of the moment, we forgot he was even there!

With a roar of satisfaction, my lover buried himself balls-deep in my still-quaking pussy, his cock erupting like a geyser. I could feel hot streams of seminal fluidoverflowing my stretched hole and running down my thighs.

“Whew,” he said, slumping against me, still buried to the hilt. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I agreed, my body shaking from the aftershocks. But then I remembered the camera and quickly shoved him off me. “Okay, let’s go find this freak and beat the shit out of him.”

But as we searched high and low, the bastard was nowhere to be found. He’d gotten what he’d come for and had disappeared into the night. All we could do was shake our heads and laugh.

“Well,” said my man, grinning ruefully. “Guess we gave him quite a show. Maybe we should charge for the next one.”

“Haha, very funny,” I replied, smacking his ass. “Come on, let’s go clean up and then I’ll give you that lap dance you wanted, just for good measure.”