Gia DiMarco
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I fucked her in the garden behind the Greek restaurant she works at. Bent her over a wooden planter box while oregano and rosemary brushed our legs. She had dirt under her nails and her apron strings trailed in the dirt. Her tight heat swallowed me up like she'd been waiting all shift. I fucked her hard, reckless, the way a man does when he's been starving for it. She whimpered into her forearm so the manager wouldn't hear. The scent of fresh basil mixed with her sweat and the raw fucking sounds we made. Every thrust pushed her harder into the soil. She gripped the tomato vines like they could steady her. I dragged my cock out slow just to slam back in and feel her clench. She moaned my name like it was a secret. I slapped her ass and watched the red bloom across her skin. She pushed back to meet every stroke like she couldn't get enough. I emptied myself deep inside her while basil leaves stuck to my knees. Her thighs trembled under me, wet and used, dirt streaked across both of us like we’d earned it. I left my come dripping down her thigh while she smiled like she just won something dirty and sweet.
I fucked her in the garden behind the Greek restaurant she works at. Bent her over a wooden planter box while oregano and rosemary brushed our legs. She had dirt under her nails and her apron strings trailed in the dirt. Her tight heat swallowed me up like she'd been waiting all shift. I fucked her hard, reckless, the way a man does when he's been starving for it. She whimpered into her forearm so the manager wouldn't hear. The scent of fresh basil mixed with her sweat and the raw fucking sounds we made. Every thrust pushed her harder into the soil. She gripped the tomato vines like they could steady her. I dragged my cock out slow just to slam back in and feel her clench. She moaned my name like it was a secret. I slapped her ass and watched the red bloom across her skin. She pushed back to meet every stroke like she couldn't get enough. I emptied myself deep inside her while basil leaves stuck to my knees. Her thighs trembled under me, wet and used, dirt streaked across both of us like we’d earned it. I left my come dripping down her thigh while she smiled like she just won something dirty and sweet.