Chapter 68 I Am Not Impressed, Mr Valentino

She closed her eyes, letting the water run over her, but her mind refused to let go of the images. Alessandro’s hands on her body, his lips on her skin, the way he whispered her name with such intensity when his monstrous dick was inside her, stretching her painfully and never stopping pumping roughly into her slick cunt. She bit her lip, stopping a moan that was about to let out loudly, extremely torn between frustration and desire. The water might not have cooled her down, but it did give her a moment to think. Bad, bad, Italian don! She grunted in her mind.