《Forbidden Flames of Sicily》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

💦Risky Reception💦Marco’s hand stayed possessively on my lower back as we re-entered the crowded reception hall. I could feel his warm cum slowly leaking down my inner thighs with every step. My pussy was still throbbing from how hard he’d fucked me in the closet.“You’re walking around with my load inside you while your cousin cuts the cake,” he murmured in my ear, voice low and filthy. “Does that turn you on?”“Yes,” I whispered, clenching my thighs together. “I’m soaked again already.”He smirked and guided me toward a dimly lit corner near the bar. The dance floor was packed, music thumping, but all I could focus on was the ache between my legs and the blackmail message burning a hole in my clutch.Before I could say anything about it, Marco pulled me behind a tall floral arrangement, hidden from most of the guests. His hand immediately slid under my dress again, fingers finding my cum-slick pussy.“Still dripping,” he growled, pushing two thick fingers

💦Dream of Many Touches💦I woke up screaming in pleasure, my back arched violently off the mattress, legs spread wide as my fingers plunged deep into my soaking pussy.“Fuuuuck…!” The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave. My walls clamped down hard around my three fingers, pulsing and squirting as hot juices gushed out, soaking my hand, my thighs, and the sheets beneath me. My clit throbbed wildly under my thumb as I kept rubbing it through the intense spasms, prolonging the ecstasy until I was gasping for air, trembling uncontrollably.It was the dream again.The same vivid, filthy, impossible dream that had been haunting me for weeks.I collapsed back onto the pillow, chest heaving, nipples painfully hard. My entire body felt used, deliciously sore, like something had actually been inside me for hours. My pussy was still fluttering, leaking steadily onto the bed. Even my ass felt tender, as if it had been stretched and filled.I closed my eyes and let the mem

💦Complete Surrender💦I lay there in the darkness, trembling, leaking thick warm fluid from both my pussy and ass, when the tentacles returned.This time they were gentler at first, almost tender. One thick appendage stroked my cheek, another brushed my hair away from my sweaty face. A third wrapped softly around my waist, lifting me slightly off the soaked sheets.I should have been screaming. Running. Calling for help.Instead, I whispered, “More…”A low, deep vibration filled the room, like a pleased purr. The tentacles responded immediately.Two thick ones wrapped around my thighs, spreading me wide open again. Another slid between my breasts, squeezing them together while the tip teased my sensitive nipples. I moaned loudly as two suction cups latched on, sucking hard.“Yes…” I breathed, spreading my legs wider. “Take me. Use every part of me.”The thickest tentacle returned to my pussy, rubbing its ridged head up and down my dripping slit before pushing i

💦Painted Sins💦Luca’s cock was still buried deep inside me, slowly hardening again as we lay tangled on the paint-smeared drop cloth. The blackmail message glowed on my phone screen like a threat carved in stone.“Someone was watching us,” I whispered, my voice shaky even as my pussy clenched around him.Luca’s arms tightened around my waist. He rolled his hips, thrusting slowly and deliberately, painting my insides with the mixture of our fluids. “Let them watch,” he growled against my neck. “I’m not stopping. Not for anyone.”He pulled out of me with a wet sound, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my legs wide open. Red and gold paint streaked across my thighs and stomach as he stared down at my swollen, leaking pussy.“Look at this beautiful mess,” he murmured, rubbing the head of his thick cock along my painted folds. “My cum dripping out of you while someone tries to ruin us.”I moaned, arching my hips. “Then fuck me again. Mark me deeper.”Luca sl

💦Rush Hour Sin💦The Palermo subway car was packed during rush hour, bodies pressed together like sardines in the humid evening heat. I stood near the center pole, wearing a short black skirt and a thin white blouse that clung to my breasts from the sweat.Then I felt him.A tall, solid body moved behind me, his chest brushing my back as the train lurched forward. Strong hands settled lightly on my hips to steady himself. At first, I thought it was innocent. Then his fingers slowly slid lower.My breath caught.He didn’t say a word. No one around us could see what was happening below my waist.His hand slipped under the hem of my skirt from behind, palm gliding up my bare thigh. I should have stopped him. Instead, I parted my legs slightly.“You’re bold,” I whispered, barely audible over the noise of the train.His deep voice came right against my ear. “And you’re already wet.”Two thick fingers pushed my panties aside and stroked along my slick folds. I