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Eva

Lorenzo's arm wrapped around my waist like a vice, his hot breath caressing my damp neck as he drove his cock in and out of me from behind. I moaned, the pleasure bordering on pain, and my body instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, holding me firmly in place.

"Please, Lorenzo," I whimpered, my voice thick with desire. The bedsheets tangled around our entwined bodies