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Il Valentino Italiano

... parked. Again he paced to her side of the automobile, and she waited until he had opened the door for her. “I find myself excited,” he announced. “And I am, as well,” she agreed. Together they entered an elevator, and he pushed the button for an upper floor. As the carriage rose, he turned her until her back was to him, and she felt first the touch of his fingers on her mane, then the heat of his lips on her neck. Although they continued to be separated by the thick winter garments, she pressed her rump into his abdomen, further inciting their shared expectations. The elevator opened, and he hastily led her through corridors until the door of his apartment was attained. After the portal was opened and quickly shut behind them, the couple clenched against the wall, their mouths together in the first sustained kiss, the torsos meeting in the formation of ecstasy. Her parka was joined by his cashmere overcoat on the floor, buttons and zippers were hurriedly disposed of. A breast was fondled through blouse and bra, her exploratory hand was thrust through his waistline and she suddenly became aware not only that was this man was handsome and well spoken, the tool that would be utilized was much more than adequate for the purpose. Most of the remainders of the clothing were chucked, uncaringly tossed to the floor or nearby furniture, and it was only when they were both down to panties and briefs – the bra remained snapped, but it no longer served it’s purpose of supporting her ...

... breasts and he was nibbling at a nipple – that she begged, “take me to the bedroom.” As they cantered to the boudoir, the last remaining scraps of clothing were flung to their resting place, and they reached the coverlet clothed only as their ancestors Eve and Adam had been. He drew the bedclothes down revealing creamy Egyptian cotton sheets. On this silken work surface she reclined, and he was soon half beside her, half on top of her. Once again a breast was within his mouth, the sensitive nipple being gnawed upon, and her palm encircled his rod. One of his hands descended first to her slightly rotund belly, then further through the thick thatch of her pubic hair and, finally, the gem for which he searched was attained. Briefly dipping his middle finger into the crevice for lubrication, he discovered the button at the head of her labia and started his massage of her tenderest area. At this level of excitement, it took no time for the kneading to accomplish the desired result and, with grunts and groans she reached her first orgasm of the skirmish. Antonio was proficient in the art, and by various changes in his strokes he kept her at the peak of passion. Suddenly his finger plunged into the dripping fissure and stimulated the supple walls of her tube. Still she bucked, but he was able to stay with her until he found the sensitive area at the roof, and then he drove her frenzy to even more elevated heights. Realizing there was yet more to this woman’s enjoyment, he lowered ...