Mirabella's Pov

Everything happens in a blur of the moment. His shirt comes off, buttons flying left and right. And then my bra rips off, my thong following. We both moan, we both groan, our touches so filled with desperate want. We bask in the warmth of skin against skin.

Dirty words echo like rhythms from Matteo’s mouth. Dirty words of command, dirty words of the things he’d like to do to me.

To eat my pussy.

To spit on it.

To fuck me.

To gag me.

To do all of that all over ...