Possessed

Roberta Valente

Valentina felt her hair held by his hand. The force he used to possess her was immense, as if he wanted to pull her inside him. His penis penetrated her insides as if it were the last time he would see her. He was a sweet and seductive man. He knew how to drive her crazy. He could draw out the hottest and most lasting pleasures from her. Her legs would tremble, her heart would race, and her breath would become ragged; that's how she felt now, after coming many times. He felt like her owner, acted as if he did, and he was. He was her man and owner, even when they couldn't touch each other. He never came without first making her delirious and beg for more. She always asked, always wanted more. Now she was asking, she needed to feel his strength inside her. Her hair held in his hands, her head forced back, and his penis forcefully opening her, making her say she was his. She came, it dripped down her legs, she moaned and begged for more. Now it was his turn, on her back, smearing her with his warm, white semen. It dripped down her waist, to her belly. He rubbed his body against hers. The hot kiss: you are mine.

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