Chapter 52

• There is not even a trace of the innocent Mariana that Marcello is so accustomed to; instead, Mariana's eyes were misted over with want. She gave him a nod before slowly rising and settling upon his taut, ready cock. The sensation of her close to him caused him to inhale sharply.
• "Oh, God, I love fucking you, Mariana." He groaned.
• She grinned, and started grinding on him, her tender breasts bouncing. "I love hearing you say that—oh, my God…" she trailed off, her hands on his chest as she moved on top of him, getting more wild by the second.