My Steamy Story: Daniele poteva sentire il corpo di Amy b...

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Okay, bestie, spill the tea because this one is about to be SPICY. So there I was, Amy, pressed up against this boujee floor-to-ceiling window, and Daniele’s body was literally on fire against mine. I could feel every single muscle, and the heat? Oof. It was screaming for him to just take me right there, no cap. I was low-key hoping someone would see us, that was the vibe.

But then, with this like, agonizing control, he spins me around in his arms. My blonde hair flies everywhere, and I swear you could smell my perfume, it was that iconic. Now I’m facing him, and his eyes are dark and hungry. My green ones are just glued to him. My lips were parted, sheesh, basically begging for it without saying a word.

He gently pins me between his rock-hard body and the cold glass. And that’s when he felt it—my nipples, hard as fucking diamonds, pressing right into his chest. His expression was pure "iykyk" because he realized I wasn't wearing a bra. He pressed into me harder, and oh my god.

I could feel his dick through his jeans, and let me tell you, it was a solid piece of stone. It was so painfully hard, and the pressure was right against my clit, even through our clothes. A moan just ripped out of me, I couldn't help it. Then he leans in, his voice all raspy, and goes, “Ti voglio, Amy Paternesi. Non puoi neanche immaginare quanto. Sei la mia droga.”

And I was just… shook. My pussy was throbbing, my brain short-circuited. I arched my back, grinding my hips back against that delicious pressure, and whispered, "Then take your drug, Daniele." Period. Slay.