With Every Passing Day| Ezio & Emiline
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Ezio let Emiline continue her work for a few minutes more before he could no longer take it, he felt a trigger go off inside him. His love juice shot out of him like a bullet from a gun. It it been a long time since he last came so the amount of it that propelled from his cock was immense. “Ahhhh” he let out a big groan of pleasure. He had come straight into Emiline’s mouth, he was impressed that she took instead of pulling away.
As a wave of white hit her mouth, she swallowed it full, despite the overload being a little much and spilling from the corner of her mouth. He tasted amazing. Better than she would of thought. He had a rich aromatic taste, which maybe was because of the coffee they had earlier. She poked her tongue out her mouth as she tasted her lips, wiping the excess away and getting up to her feet again, smiling down at him with her hair a total mess from the amount it had been yanked. “Una gustosa sorpresa dopo una notte incredibile.” she winked at him as she walked past him slowly with her hand tracing over his chest as she headed into the kitchen to pick up the wine he had brought in previous. She certainly was not the type of cuddle afterwards, though then again she wouldn’t really know anything different being who she was and that lack of perspective in a relationship.
She returned momentarily with a single glass of wine, taking another sip before placing the glass in his hands and taking a seat on the chaise lounge again as she got comfortable. “Sembri un po ‘caldo e infastidito lì” she smirked as she played with her messy golden hair as she looked across at him. “The wine tastes almost as great as you.” she leaned back in the seat as she kept her eyes on the red faced Italian, who seemed to not yet have moved from his seat.
The sight of Emiline enjoying his come with her lips and mouth and then wipe it was enough to make Ezio blow his casket 50 times more. "Una sorpresa? Sicuramente sapevi cosa stava arrivando". He said slowing panting slightly out of breathe, his head backwards around the back of the chair looking at the ceiling.
He took the wine from Emiline gladly, he was thirty after all that, he took a big gulp nearly finishing the glass. He watched her as she sat down looking beautiful the embodiment of sexiness. "I bet you taste better, mind if I have a taste?"










