Italian Hot Girl Martina Smeraldi squirts on the first date in POV

Her lips, glossy and inviting, curl into a wicked smile as she whispers, “Let’s skip the formalities.” Martina’s hands roam my chest, nails digging into my skin as she straddles me. The black dress she wore on our first date is already bunched up around her waist, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy. She’s not wearing any panties, the little slut. Her hips grind against my cock, the heat of her cunt seeping through my jeans. She leans down, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “Fuck me,” she commands, her breath hot and ragged. I can feel her juices dripping onto my thigh, her arousal slick and insistent. She reaches down, unbuckling my belt, her fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing. She lifts her hips, positioning herself over me, and in one swift motion, she impales herself onto my shaft. Her pussy is tight, her walls clenching around me as she begins to ride me, her hips moving in a sinuous, hypnotic rhythm. Her tits bounce freely in her dress, and I can’t resist reaching up to squeeze them, my thumbs circling her hard nipples. She moans, her head thrown back, her long dark hair cascading down her back. The room fills with the sound of our fucking, the wet slapping of skin against skin, her breathy moans, and my grunts of pleasure. Her pace quickens, her body tensing as she chases her orgasm. I can feel her pussy fluttering around me, her juices coating my cock. She screams, her body convulsing as she comes, her pussy squirting onto my cock and balls. She collapses onto my chest, her body shaking with aftershocks. I flip her onto her back, her legs still wrapped around me. I pound into her, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. I can feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening. With a final thrust, I come, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my cum. She smiles up at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. “That was just the appetizer,” she purrs, her tongue running over her lips.