Lorenzo moans as he sinks into me. “You feel incredible. You know I love it when you’re already soaking wet and worn out. This is something else.” “You like my messy pussy, Lorenzo?” “I love your messy pussy and your slutty heels,” he says harshly, pounding me with firm, deep strokes. “We should have been fucking you like this from the start. I should have screwed you in the church in your white wedding dress in front of all those wedding guests. My woman. Ours.”
