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“Have you ever played with this hole?” he asks me,voice hoarse with dirty desire.

“No-no,” I stammer, amazed by the arousal thathe’s stirring from encircling it.

“Well then,tesoro, bestto start practicing for what’s to come.”

I tense up as Domenico pushes his thumb into myasshole and begins thrusting. “Oh my…god….”

He presses his mouth back on my pussy, and I fearI’ll go mad from the multiple sources of pleasure.

“Fuck…” I moan profusely and lower myself on hisface some more, loving every moment of it.

Soon, a rushing force as hot as lava floods mycore.

My head rolls back.

I’m turning weak in the knees.

The dam smashes open, and my body unravels fromthe impact.

“Domenico,” Iwhimperinabsoluterapture.

He growls into my pussy as I vibrate and grind, ahorny mess from the impeccable orgasm.

When it descends, I slither like spaghetti, and hegathers me on his lap while sitting on the floor.

I stare up at him, still high on pleasure.

Domenico smirks. “Our marriage will be exciting,tesoro. I promise.”

Once my body calms, he carries me to my room,kisses the back of my hand, and leaves.

I silently call out for him to spend the nightwith me, but he seems determined to make me his wife before penetrating allholes.

Domenico hinted at the fact that he’s a freak.While my pussy is anticipating it, I’m a bit nervous about my ass gettingrammed. But my instincts assure me I’ll enjoy every moment.

I shower and wash away the strong scent of myarousal, then climb into bed naked.

It’s difficult to fall asleep. I’m still soovercome by ecstasy.

With Domenico on my mind, I flatten on my back,spread my thighs, and slide my fingers into my wetness, jerking my body toanother sweet release.

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By morning, the rain has subsided. Dark clouds aregone, and sunshine is bathing my room.

I allow the fog of peace to engulf me as I climbout of bed, shower, and face the day.

All three women beam at me when I enter thekitchen for breakfast.

“Buongiorno, Solari,”Paolettagreetscheerfully.“Nicosays you like cherry vanilla cake. Would you like that for your wedding day?”

“Oh, he sure moves fast. Yeah, that sounds good.Thank you.”

“Mariella will bring you dresses,” Francescainforms as I continue to the table. “She owns a boutique. Do you want to marryin white?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I spread jam on a biscuit.“That’s nice of her.”

Mrs. Martelli touches my arm. “Do you truly wantto do it? Marry my son? You’ll stay with my family even after Emanuele and Nicodeal with your father’s killer. Could you handle the risks that come with beinga Martelli? It is endless, Solari. You must be sure.”

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