Roberto kept squeezing her b•tts, and she began to grind on his loins. Martina felt his bulging fullness against the apex of her leg, and she broke the kiss. She sat up and threw her head backwards. She held her head and brushed her hair backward with her hair. While she was doing this, Roberto reached for her aroused peaks and grabbed them, giving them a firm squeeze.
She looked at him and giggled lustfully. The way he stared at her body possessively made her ache. She wanted more of him. He punctured the upper part of her dress with his finger and ripped it open. Martina gasped as she saw his countenance grow wild. He turned her over and made her lay on the bed. He held unto her dress and tore it more. She was fully naked in front of me.
He stared at her perfectly curved body with lecherous gaze. He wanted to bring his fantasies to reality with her.
His eyes trailed down her body, starting from her beautifully formed twin orbs, down to her flat belly and beautifully carved belly button.
His gaze didn’t stop there, it moved down to the most private part of her body. The neatly shaved hair on her Mons Pubis drove Roberto crazy. He had never slept with a woman with a hairy vulva. Maybe because they believed men loved it neatly shaved. But Martina was different. Her hair was shaped like an upside-down triangle and extended down to her cli•ories.
“Why are you still staring?” Martina asked shyly. She didn’t see the sex going extreme when she started, but she believed she had awakened the beast in him.
He pulled his pants off, and Martina gasped when she saw his girth. She couldn't get her eyes off the beauty in front of her. Its rigidity, its popped veins, its length, and its pink c•p set Martina’s body on fire.
“Why are you still staring?” Roberto asked, and Martina chuckled. She crawled to where he stood, and looked at his face.
Roberto moved closer and held her hair. She moved her mouth to his shaft and took it in. It was too big for her, and she took only half in. Roberto clenched his jaw as her tongue brushed his c•p as she sucked him.
He moved her head up and down his shaft, using her hair to control the way he moved her. Martina kept sucking him, and she looked at him at intervals.
She moved him out of her mouth and flipped his little opening with her tongue. Roberto let out a low grunt, and Martina smirked. He felt her smile against him, and he looked at her. He moved her away from him and made her lay on the bed. She sat up and helped him get rid of his shirt. The tattoo on his collar bone drew her attention again. She trailed her finger over the small star, and then down his chest. Her finger kept meeting obstacles as his chest wasn’t smooth. It was curvy and hard.
Roberto laid next to her and opened her legs. He hung her right leg on his hips and shifted his hand between her legs. He caressed her thighs, and she let out a soft needy moan. He ran his hand to her outer lips and drew circles on them. Martina swayed her hips in desire. She wanted him to touch the damp petals of her needy place.
“How are you so naughty? You haven’t had sex, and you are this horny.” Roberto whispered in her ears, and she arched her back.
“If you hadn’t deflowered me, I wouldn’t be this horny.”
She reached for his hand and placed it on her vulva. Roberto felt the wetness of her secret center on his palm.
He was tempted to slide his middle finger into her opening, and Martina gasped. She could feel the tightness of her wall against his wet finger.
He began to thrust in and out, as she began to moan.
“Ah… ah…” she began to moan and pant. She looked into Roberto’s eyes and for the first time, she saw him smile. Her eyes kept closing as she didn’t have control over them anymore. At that point, Roberto owned and possessed her.
He lowered his head and kissed her again. She wasn’t able to kiss him properly, because he didn’t stop thrusting, and she couldn't stop moaning. Her right hand found his girth, and she began to play with it.
Roberto stopped all of a sudden and moved on top of her. He flung her legs opened and positioned himself in-between her legs. Martina’s heart raced as she watched him move his erection to the portal of her moist womanhood.
“Condom.” Her eyes widened as she spoke.
“I don’t use that.” He lied, and Martina creased her brows. In the book Alberto gave her, the women he had been with said that he always used condoms.
“But…” Martina’s mouth fell open as her breath ceased. Roberto pushed himself inside her to shut her up.
“Ro… ber… to…” Her words broke as he trusted deep into her tight walls. She held unto the pillow and shut her eyes tight. The pleasure was becoming unbearable, and she wanted to shut.
“Urrrggh…” Roberto groaned as he felt more liquid fill her portal, and it began to make squishy sounds as he thrust.
He looked at his shaft and saw it was full of her wetness. He looked at her and saw that she buried her face in the pillow. She was letting out muffled groans. She didn’t want the whole house, especially Vincenzo, to know what was going on.
“Oh… My… Yes, Rob… Ahhh…” She bit the pillow.
After a while of beating her opening, Martina felt something strange build up inside her belly. Roberto hit and G-spot and wasn’t ready to let go.
She threw the pillow off her face and slurped. She looked at him, and her eyes curved up like she wanted to cry.
“F**k… Enough!” She threw her head back. Her panting and Roberto’s constant moans filled the room.
“Please… arrrghhh…” She tried to push him away, but he kept going, pinning her to the bed. He knew what was happening to her. It was her first time, so he understood she didn’t know what was happening.
Suddenly she began to shiver, her breathing escalated, and she grabbed Roberto’s arm.
“Ha… Ha… Ha…” Roberto panted as he felt his balls tighten. He increased the pace at which he stroked her.
“Arrrhh… Urrrghhh.”
Roberto pulled out of her and began to beat his meat. He released his hot creamy fluid on her vulva, and Martina raised her hips.
Roberto looked at her opening and saw milky white fluid flowing down her a••hole. She ejaculated.
Roberto smirked and fell to the bed. Martina looked at him as she panted.
After a while of silence, she sat up and wore the slippers that were next to the bed.
“Where are you going?”
Martina looked at Roberto after he spoke.
“To Vincenzo’s room. We are done here, aren’t we?”
Roberto raised his brows and watched her walk to the bathroom.