Rome, Italy.
Carlos's pov:
I gripped Alliana's hair tightly, wrapping it around my fists as her head jerked back with each forceful thrust. The bed creaked against the wall, a testament to the intensity of our passion. "Alliana," I groaned, feeling her inner walls tighten around me. She was a panting, sweating, moaning mess, and I had no intention of letting her catch her breath just yet. After I released myself onto her back, she collapsed onto the bed, thinking it was over.
Little did she know, that was just the warm-up. I grabbed her ankles, pulling her towards me, and her expression shifted from confusion to anticipation as I slid back inside her, slow and deliberate.
