over watching him pleasure himself. She had to learn how to stroke him like that. So much to learn!
But first, she had to focus on her little show. She stepped over him and leaned in the middle part of the frame. She unbuttoned her sun dress all the way down, exposing her entire front.
“ Piccola, what are you doing? ”
She slid her thong down her legs and threw it at him. It landed squarely on his face. He inhaled deeply before shaking the little garment off, looking at her in bemusement.
Smiling at him seductively, she hoisted her bum on top of the windshield.
“Valenna, be careful. Che cazzo …?”
Leaning to her side, she slowly lifted her left leg, stretching it. She did the same to the other and in a matter of seconds, both her lower limbs were spanning the frame at 180 degrees.
She smiled at his slack-jawed expression. “I do a lot of acrobatics in my line of work, remember? You ready?”
He could only nod but she noticed that he was gripping his dick hard now.
“Music please?”
He punched a button. A sexy tune filled the air. Shit! Kelly Rowland?!
She slowly slid down the windshield as the green-eyed monster rise up inside her that Kelly would be a part of this intimacy. She wanted to rip the CD out of the player and replace it with her music, but Motivation was just so perfect for this moment. She should write suave, provocative, sexually amped songs like this. Enough of her broken heart cheese balls. She will no longer compete with Tay in that.
Damn, Gianfranco Zoldatti was making her music evolve. Not even her bastard of an ex whom she’d professed to love enough to surrender her virginity to, was able to inspire such passion in her.
The enthralled look in his eyes as he stared at her unblinking through the windshield said it all. She felt exhilarated, powerful as she seduced him.
She made love to him through the glass, putting all her accumulated dancing skills to good use.
He’d slid down lower on the seat to get a better view of her under the glass, his hand moving up and down his shaft, his eyes following her every slick movement.
Kneeling on the hood and grabbing the frame for support, she rubbed her entire front on the glass, her nipples drawing lines of heat she was surprised the glass hadn’t fogged. She humped the glass, grinding her mound against it, feeling the sharp tentacles of pleasure course through her body he might as well be licking her all over with the way he was devouring her with his eyes.
She turned away from him, sat on the glass and ground her bare ass on the cool surface, leaving a hot mess of cream all over it, so aroused she was by what she was doing. She glanced back to meet his eyes, deep blue and glassy now with his mounting desire, his hand moving rapidly on his cock.
She rotated her ass in wild abandon, rubbing her dripping pussy against the glass harder. She was fucking his Zoldatti like a bitch in heat. Somebody shoot me right now but I don’t care!
He was muttering something in Italian but she couldn’t hear him clearly amid the music.
It was symbiotic voyeurism in her limited experience and she had never been more turned on. It was so erotic she felt an orgasm building up inside her again.
He suddenly moved and stood up on the driver’s seat. He reached for her, hauling her to sit on the edge of the windshield, planting himself between her legs.
“ Dio, Valenna, you’re so fucking out of this world crazy!”
He kissed her hard then he gripped the base of his cock and pointed it to her mouth. “You were talking about an oil rig. You have one here ready to be sucked dry. It’s all yours, piccola. ”
She stared at him. Then at his cock. Inches from her face, it was intimidating. Big, badass-looking cock fit for a porn superstar.
Bitch, moment of truth. Can you really handle this?
Hell, yeah! This is mine!
Without hesitation, she wrapped her hands around his chunk of fully aroused cock and swiped her tongue on the moist crown.
He groaned
But first, she had to focus on her little show. She stepped over him and leaned in the middle part of the frame. She unbuttoned her sun dress all the way down, exposing her entire front.
“ Piccola, what are you doing? ”
She slid her thong down her legs and threw it at him. It landed squarely on his face. He inhaled deeply before shaking the little garment off, looking at her in bemusement.
Smiling at him seductively, she hoisted her bum on top of the windshield.
“Valenna, be careful. Che cazzo …?”
Leaning to her side, she slowly lifted her left leg, stretching it. She did the same to the other and in a matter of seconds, both her lower limbs were spanning the frame at 180 degrees.
She smiled at his slack-jawed expression. “I do a lot of acrobatics in my line of work, remember? You ready?”
He could only nod but she noticed that he was gripping his dick hard now.
“Music please?”
He punched a button. A sexy tune filled the air. Shit! Kelly Rowland?!
She slowly slid down the windshield as the green-eyed monster rise up inside her that Kelly would be a part of this intimacy. She wanted to rip the CD out of the player and replace it with her music, but Motivation was just so perfect for this moment. She should write suave, provocative, sexually amped songs like this. Enough of her broken heart cheese balls. She will no longer compete with Tay in that.
Damn, Gianfranco Zoldatti was making her music evolve. Not even her bastard of an ex whom she’d professed to love enough to surrender her virginity to, was able to inspire such passion in her.
The enthralled look in his eyes as he stared at her unblinking through the windshield said it all. She felt exhilarated, powerful as she seduced him.
She made love to him through the glass, putting all her accumulated dancing skills to good use.
He’d slid down lower on the seat to get a better view of her under the glass, his hand moving up and down his shaft, his eyes following her every slick movement.
Kneeling on the hood and grabbing the frame for support, she rubbed her entire front on the glass, her nipples drawing lines of heat she was surprised the glass hadn’t fogged. She humped the glass, grinding her mound against it, feeling the sharp tentacles of pleasure course through her body he might as well be licking her all over with the way he was devouring her with his eyes.
She turned away from him, sat on the glass and ground her bare ass on the cool surface, leaving a hot mess of cream all over it, so aroused she was by what she was doing. She glanced back to meet his eyes, deep blue and glassy now with his mounting desire, his hand moving rapidly on his cock.
She rotated her ass in wild abandon, rubbing her dripping pussy against the glass harder. She was fucking his Zoldatti like a bitch in heat. Somebody shoot me right now but I don’t care!
He was muttering something in Italian but she couldn’t hear him clearly amid the music.
It was symbiotic voyeurism in her limited experience and she had never been more turned on. It was so erotic she felt an orgasm building up inside her again.
He suddenly moved and stood up on the driver’s seat. He reached for her, hauling her to sit on the edge of the windshield, planting himself between her legs.
“ Dio, Valenna, you’re so fucking out of this world crazy!”
He kissed her hard then he gripped the base of his cock and pointed it to her mouth. “You were talking about an oil rig. You have one here ready to be sucked dry. It’s all yours, piccola. ”
She stared at him. Then at his cock. Inches from her face, it was intimidating. Big, badass-looking cock fit for a porn superstar.
Bitch, moment of truth. Can you really handle this?
Hell, yeah! This is mine!
Without hesitation, she wrapped her hands around his chunk of fully aroused cock and swiped her tongue on the moist crown.
He groaned
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