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Il Valentino Italiano

... the woman, and lowered himself unto her. Fully appreciating how his largess was sometimes too much for some women, he gradually impelled her, a bit of a time, seeking any sign of displeasure from her. But he received no such indication; she urged him on until he was fully immersed, their pubic bones merged. For her part, Teresa relished the feeling of having her womb completely filled, and when the enormity of his mace began to move in and out of her, the pleasant massage again instigated detonation. Now, he played with her, permitting her climax to build and subside, at which point he stilled his own movements, allowing her to cool slightly. When her respiration revealed she was off the crest of her apogee, he began to pulse again, sending her once more into orbit. Again he stilled, and once again commenced his thrusts. By now, she’d fulfilled her requirements of passion, at least for the moment, and wanted him to peak. “Piu velocemente,” she beseeched, and, giving into her encouragement, speeded his movements, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge until, with a huge gasp, he poured himself into her. A pause in his motion, then additional penetration, an intermediate gasp and deceleration, then once more, with all the gusto he could manage, spending his final drops into her with one last snort. He collapsed onto her, their driblets of sweat intermingling, her legs completely surrounding his thighs, her breasts compressed by his chest, both of them attempting to ...

... catch their breath. In this pose the new lovers relaxed, until Teresa thought she might doze, this man still above her, the remnants of his hardness still buried within her passage. And then the miracle occurred – although his tool was no longer completely stiff there was enough rigidity to control, and once again he commenced in and out pulsating. Now, with the penis slightly deflated, she felt for the first time the pleasure of an uncut tool. The folds of skin pleasantly irritated the tender areas within her. Later she would compare it to a ribbed vibrator she'd once had. As they entwined, he rose on his elbows for leverage, and the couple kissed deeply, their tongues intermingling and mimicking the actions of their copulation. Within moments the stroking had it’s desired effect, and Teresa wailed her passion once, twice, thrice more as the magnificent truncheon abundantly pervaded her fleshy core. Alas, all good things must eventually pass, and Antonio no longer retained the inflexibility required to continue the gleeful sport. He rolled to the side, and the two lovers rested for a moment, enjoying the peace. “The bathroom is there?” Teresa asked, pointing to a closed doorway. Antonio nodded, and Teresa rose from the playing field and pranced to the toilet. In the powder room she relieved herself and with tissue removed secretions left over from the feverish toil. She also primped – her hair had been greatly abused, and her makeup was besmirched – before returning to the ...