Alessia Mancini
A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips as Giovanni reached for the bedside table, his muscular form stretching above me. The dim light caught the angles of his face, throwing shadows across his chiseled features. I watched, mesmerised, as he rolled the condom down his length with practiced ease.
My skin tingled with anticipation as he positioned himself between my thighs. The blunt head of his c**k teased along my folds, sending sparks of pleasure through my core. I arched towards him, desperate for more contact.
"Please, Giovanni," I breathed, my voice husky with need. "I need you."
His dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with hunger and something deeper I couldn't quite name. Without breaking our gaze, he slowly pushed inside me, stretching and filling me completely.
