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Her entire body tenses. Her legs begin to shake. A single tear escapes from the corner of her eye from the prolonged denial. Then, she answers.

"I'm...I'm going to clean it up," she whispers.

"How?" I demand.

She closes her eyes tightly.

"Are you going to shower?" I ask, increasing the speed of my thrusts. "How, Julia? How exactly do you plan to clean up this mess you've made?"

"I-I-" she stutters as I fuck into her.

"Talk to me, cuoro mio," I urge. "Use your words."

"Ricardo," she cries.

"How!" I snap

"Lick it! I'll lick it clean!" she screams.

"Is that what you'll do, sporcacciona?" I demand. "Are you going to get on your knees and lick all your sweet cream off my dick?”

It is the last straw.

“Yes,” she screams. “Oh God. Yes!"

Her body convulses, her cunt clamping down around me as her orgasm rips through her. She is a wild, beautiful thing under me. Her cries of pleasure fill the car, echoing off the leather and glass.

It’s the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

The sight of her, lost in pleasure, the feel of her tight heat milking me, it’s all too much. I feel it in the base of my spine, in my balls, in every nerve ending.

My thrusts ramp up until I'm pounding wildly, prolonging her orgasm. Her walls spasm around me, pulling me deeper, refusing to let me go.

I let go of her wrists.

My fingers dig into her hips as I slam into her one last time. I let out a primal yell as I empty myself inside her. I pulse and throb, my cock painting her insides with my cum.

My entire body is wracked by my release, a shuddering wave of pleasure that leaves me breathless and boneless.

I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight. My face buried in her hair, my body draped over hers. I am still inside her, still joined with her.

It takes me a minute to come back to myself. I am vaguely aware of the limousine still moving, likely circling the block.

I slowly pull out of her, my softening cock slipping from her body.

A mixture of our fluids gushes out of her, coating my pants and the leather seats.

"Look at the mess you made," I say, my voice husky.

A fresh wave of arousal courses through me.

I move to sit on a dry spot and pull her into my lap.

Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen, her hair a wild tangle around her face. She is utterly boneless as she collapses into me. She has never looked more beautiful.

She buries her face in my neck, her breath warm against my skin. I run my hand down her back, feeling the gentle tremors that still wrack her body.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs into my neck.