SQUIRTO MENTRE SBORRA!! Chiedo aiuto al vicino e ho una voglia matta del suo cazzo!DIALOGHI ITALIAN

Title: An Italian Neighborly Encounter

The sun was blazing hot that afternoon, a typical summer’s day in a small, sleepy Italian village. I was home alone, fanning myself with a magazine in my lingerie, when a sudden surge of desire overcame me. I needed some relief from the heat, and pronto. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the dampness building between my legs. It was then I heard a knock at the door.

Standing there was Mr. Rossi, my handsome, well-built neighbor. He was sweaty and breathless, having just returned from an intensive bike ride. “Buongiorno, Bella!” he greeted me with a smile. “I couldn’t help but notice the intense heat. I was wondering if I might trouble you for some cold water?”

My eyes raked over his chiseled physique, barely contained by his tight riding shorts and skintight jersey. A wicked idea popped into my head. “Certo, entra pure,” I replied with a grin, holding the door open for him. “Let’s go upstairs to my bedroom. I have a mini bar up there.”

Mr. Rossi followed closely behind me, his eyes fixed on my ass as it swayed from side to side with each step. Once in my boudoir, I grabbed a cold bottle of Peroni from the mini fridge and tossed it to him. “Why don’t you take off that sweaty jersey, handsome?” I purred sultrily.

He immediately complied, peeling off the damp garment to reveal his biceps and six-pack abs, glistening with sweat. I bit my lower lip, admiring the landscaping. Popping open the beer bottle, he took a long swig, watching me watch him.

Licking my lips, I ran a hand over my black lace bra, cupping my breasts. “You know, Mr. Rossi, it’s so hot today. I’ve been craving something cold, hard and big in my mouth all day.” I wiggled out of my matching panties, leaving only the bra and garter belt.

“I have a feeling you can help me with that…” I cooed seductively. His eyes zeroed in on my pussy, now fully exposed. He set down the beer bottle and began to struggle out of his riding shorts. His impressive cock sprang free, only semi-erect but rapidly swelling.

I took a step towards him and sank to my knees, wrapping a hand around his thick shaft. I stroked it from base to tip as I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “First things first. This throbbing beast needs some vida familiarità with my mouth before it goes anywhere else.”

I flicked out my tongue and lapped at the engorged head, coating it in cool saliva. I slowly engulfed him, inch by mouthwatering inch, until I felt the tip nestled in the back of my throat. I moaned around him, savoring his musky, manly flavor.

Mr. Rossi groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair. “Bella, your mouth is incredible! Don’t stop!” he gasped. I grabbed the base of his cock to maintain control as I deep throated him, taking him to the hilt over and over. Spit dribbled down my chin, but I didn’t care.

After a few blissful minutes, I released his spit-slicked cock with an exaggerated pop. “Mmm, good thing you got here when you did,” I purred, wiping my mouth. “I’m starting to feel quite empty inside.”

I flipped onto my hands and knees on the bed, presenting my dripping pussy to him. “Well? Don’t just stand there, you tamer di biscotti! Fuck me senseless!” I demanded. Mr. Rossiary aligned his gigantic cock with my soaked entrance and slammed home, stretching me deliciously.

We both cried out in pleasure as he bottomed out against my cervix, throbbing and pulsing. He wasted no time getting into a hard, fast rhythm, pistoning in and out of my fluttering channel. I met each thrust with a backwards shove of my hips, wanting him deeper, harder, NOW.

I felt the tension building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My walls started to flutter and spasm around him, struggling to hold him in. “右, just like that! Don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum!” I squealed in ecstasy.

As if those were just the words he needed to hear, Mr. Rossi picked up the pace even more, pounding into me with wild abandon. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, exploding through my body in white-hot bursts. I squirted violently around him, my pussy gushing and pulsing.

Seconds later, Mr. Rossi let out a guttural moan and buried himself to the hilt inside me. His cock swelled even larger before erupting like Mount Vesuvius. I felt the hot ropes of cum painting my insides, filling me to the very brim.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, he collapsed onto his back beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Che complimento! That was the best sborata of my life,” he panted raggedly.

I giggled and snuggled against his chest, a satisfied smile on my face. “Hey, it’s the least I could do for my sexy neighbor.”

And on a day like today, a little Italian hospitality goes a long way. I drifted off to sleep in his embrace, knowing that today would be a memorable one for both of us – I had a very interesting story to tell my girlfriends over coffee tomorrow!