FIORELLA BIANCHI
It is 4 in the morning, and I am woken up by movements on the bed between my legs. Gabriele is crawling his way under the duvet, getting his head between my thighs. I really could use some more sleep, but I really loved how he made love to me yesterday, so I want more of him. Yesterday was just amazing that I had goosebumps every time he made a thrust. How could pain be so pleasurable?
I voluntarily part my legs and arch my back when I feel him softly kissing my coochie. I lift the duvet up and he also lifts his head, facing me with a naughty smirk.
“You are a bad boy, Gabriele,” I tell him temptingly.
“I am glad you noticed, amore. This is how I prefer to kick start my mornings,” He does not wait until I reply. He dives his head back to my v****a and eats it like
