Alessandro’s point of view.
Sweet Jesus, Mary, Mother of God, and everything that's holy!!!!
The man is a dominant god with a voice that can make me do what the f**k ever he wishes. Husky and firm, but also smooth like velvet.
The hits are strong, and they sting like nothing I've ever felt. Tears of pain and pleasure gather in my eyes and wet the sheets, and my poor heart is literally, and without joking, skipping beats, but the stinging pain is buried by the blissful pleasure, and that's why, when he wants to stop at five, I beg for more like some damn slut.
The thought makes me wanna hide in embarrassment, but also makes me hornier.
Maybe I have a humiliation fetish, 'cause damn, does it turn me on...
“Seven…,” I continue the counting and bite my lip in order to keep it together an
