He didn’t let them move.
Didn’t let them breathe.
Didn’t let them speak.
Not until every drop of c*m was leaking out of them like a sacrament, and his c**k, still thick, still twitching, rested heavy and wet against Isadora’s thigh.
Giulia lay half-conscious. Twitching. Whimpering. Her body used like a hole, her face glazed in come, her lips swollen from too much sucking.
But Isadora?
He wanted more from her.
He wasn’t even close to finished.
He grabbed her by the hair…fisted it hard, yanked her up off the floor so fast her body jolted, legs flailing open, cunt dripping like a ruined faucet, the tile under her smeared with his seed and her shame.
He looked at her.
Looked into her.
And smiled like a man about to burn his initials into her soul.
“Sai qual è il tuo problema, Dott
