*Alberto’s POV*
I only stopped fūcking her mouth when I felt my bālls tighten. I pulled my cōck out of her warm mouth as I watched the strings of spit in awe. “Such a pretty slūt.” I told her as I caressed her cheek.
She looked up at me through her lashes, making me groan. “Alberto.” She whispered before my thumb caressed her bottom lip.
“Dimmi.” (Italian for “Tell me.”) I replied, desperate to hear her silky voice again.
“Lascia che ti tocchi.” (Italian for “Let me touch you.”) She said, making me bend over slightly so our faces could be inches apart.
“There will be time for that later,” I replied, making her smile. I know I said that this would be a one-time thing, but I can’t help myself now. She’s fūcking mine for life. “Get up.” I commanded, helping her up on her feet. “We cam
