Giulia T.

Lips of Silk and Orders of Fire

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Edo, still aroused and dominant, lures Giulia Torre into a room filled with erotic tension. With crude orders and brutal gestures, he forces her to lick the cum from Camillina's face before taking her in his mouth. Matilde watches sarcastically, while Edo enjoys absolute control over Giulia, who...

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The silence in the room was broken only by Edo's labored breathing, still sitting in the chair, his face glistening with sweat and fluids, his muscles tense beneath his damp skin. Matilde adjusted her skirt slowly, the smug smile never leaving her lips, while Camillina, still crouched at his feet, ran her fingers across her cum-stained lips, licking them with a soft moan. The other girls—Sophie, Micol, Anna—were motionless, their gazes fixed on him, their hands moving impatiently between their thighs, awaiting his next command.

But nobody came in.

Edo clenched his jaw, his chest heaving with a deep breath. His cock, still semi-erect, throbbed faintly against his pulled-down boxers, as if his body refused to surrender despite the double rush earlier. Too soon to finish. His fingers tightened around the chair's arms, his knuckles white. Then, with a sudden movement, he stood up, the chair screeching back against the floor. His gaze swept across the room, stopping on each girl, one after the other, as if to brand them with the intensity of that gaze alone. It's not enough. It's not enough.

“What the fuck are you waiting for, bitch?” he growled toward the half-open door, his voice hoarse but loud enough to echo down the deserted hallway. “Do you want me to come get you?”

Silence.

Then, the sound of footsteps. They weren't Matilde's firm heels, nor Camillina's shuffling shuffle. They were light, almost hesitant, but fast. As if whoever was out there didn't want to be discovered, yet couldn't resist.

The door swung open.

Giulia Torre stopped in the doorway, breathless, her cheeks already flushed. Her black hair, straight and shiny as silk, fell to her shoulders in messy waves, as if she'd just run her fingers through it. She wasn't tall—she barely reached Edo's chin—but her slender legs, encased in black fishnet tights, seemed endless, encased in a leather miniskirt that left little to the imagination. Her nose was upturned, her bushy eyebrows barely arched, her olive complexion contrasting with the red of her slightly parted lips. But it was her eyes that gave her away: dark, almost black, dilated with excitement, fixed on Edo as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered.

"Master..." Her voice trembled, a thin thread that broke almost immediately. She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the swollen flesh, and her hands tightened around the bag she clutched to her chest, as if it were the only lifeline in that room.

Edo didn't smile. He didn't need to smile.

He approached her with the slow pace of a predator already aware of his prey, his thigh muscles tensing with every step. Giulia instinctively stepped back, her back hitting the doorframe, but she didn't look away. In fact, she lowered her gaze—just for a moment—toward Edo's groin, where his cock, now fully erect, protruded from his open boxers, the tip already moist, glistening in the dim sunset light.

"Giulia Torre," he said, his tone low, almost conversational, as if they'd met by chance in a bar and not in a classroom transformed into a makeshift brothel. "How many years have passed? Elementary school? Middle school?"

She swallowed, her throat moving convulsively. “Y-yes.”

"Remember when I caught you cheating on your geography homework?" Edo reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek, following her jawline to her chin. Giulia shivered, but didn't pull away. "I made you kneel in front of the whole class for half an hour. Have you ever wondered why?"

"B-because you were a bastard," she whispered, but the words sounded hollow, devoid of any conviction. Her pupils dilated even further when Edo grabbed her wrist, snatching her bag from her hand and dropping it to the floor with a dull thud.

“Wrong,” he replied, his voice dropping into a growl. “It’s because I already knew you’d like it.”

He didn't give her time to react. With a sharp movement, he pushed her against the wall, her body slamming against the cold surface with a dull thud. Giulia gasped, her lips parting in a muffled moan, and Edo took advantage: he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back with enough force to make her arch her back. Her breasts, pressed against the tight fabric of her black tank top, heaved, her nipples already hard and visible through the thin fabric.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, leaving no room for reply.

Giulia obeyed instantly, her lips parting in a perfect circle, her tongue darting out, wet and pink. Edo wasted no time: he pushed two fingers between her teeth, sinking them until they touched her throat. She coughed, her eyes filling with tears, but she didn't try to pull away. Instead, her left hand lowered, fingers slipping under her miniskirt, rubbing against the fabric of her panties with frantic movements.

“Good bitch,” Edo muttered, withdrawing his fingers and running them over her lips, smearing them with saliva. “You know exactly what I want.”

With a brusque gesture, he ripped off her tank top, the buttons flying off with a snap. The black lace bra offered little resistance: a sharp push and Giulia's breasts were freed, heavy and round, her dark nipples already hard, pointing at him like arrows. Edo grabbed them roughly, his fingers closing around the soft flesh, squeezing until she let out a strangled cry.

“You like it, huh?” he growled, twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Giulia nodded frantically, her nails scraping the wall behind her, her legs trembling. “Then lick it.”

He didn't specify what. He didn't need it.

Giulia slid to the floor, her knees hitting the linoleum with a dull thud. Edo's hands were still in her hair, guiding her to his groin, where his cock throbbed, the tip almost touching her lips. But he stopped her at the last second, jerking her head back.

“Not that one,” he said, his voice a dark rasp. “ That one.”

He jerked his chin toward Camillina's face, still dripping with cum, her eyes glassy as she regarded them with a goofy grin. Giulia hesitated for half a second—just enough time to realize—before Edo gripped her hair in a vice-like grip.

—Lick the cum off his face, bitch. Every. Fucking. Drop.

Giulia didn't protest. She approached Camillina on all fours, like an animal in heat, her lips parting to welcome the salty, bitter taste still coating the other girl's cheeks. Her tongue emerged, wide and flat, running over Camillina's skin in a slow, methodical motion, as if she were licking an ice cream she never wanted to end. Camillina moaned, her fingers tangling in Giulia's hair, pushing her head deeper into her face.

“Like that,” Edo approved, his hand moving down to caress his cock, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of the tip. “Now the chin.”

Giulia obeyed, her tongue trailing along Camillina's jawline, gathering the thickest drops, the ones that had almost completely solidified. When she reached her chin, she opened her mouth, sucking the skin as if trying to extract the last trace of him. Camillina gasped, her thighs pressing together, her panties now soaking wet.

“Good girl,” Edo repeated, now with a more tense voice. “Now spit it out.”

Giulia looked up at him, her eyes shining, her lips parting to reveal the saliva and cum filling her mouth. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she spat it all into the palm of his hand, the thick liquid dripping between her fingers.

— Drink it — Edo commanded.

She didn't hesitate. She brought her hand to her mouth and swallowed it all in one gulp, her throat working in a convulsive swallow. When she was finished, she licked her lips, a smug smile curving the corners of her mouth.

“Good,” Edo said, and this time it was him who moved closer, his cock brushing against Giulia’s lips. “Now reward me.”

He didn't have to be told twice. Giulia opened her mouth, her tongue wrapping around the tip, welcoming him with a muffled moan. Edo closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the moist heat enveloping him, his hands tightening in her hair as he began to move, sinking deeper and deeper, until he felt her throat contract around his cock.

Behind them, Matilde crossed her arms, observing the scene with a wry smile. " Impressive ," she commented, her voice laced with a sarcasm that didn't escape Edo's notice. "But are we sure she 's in control of the situation?"

Edo opened his eyes, his gaze falling on her as he continued to fuck Giulia's mouth with slow, deep thrusts. "Who said I want to control anything?" he replied, one corner of his mouth turning up in a sneer. "I just want to come. The rest..." he shrugged, sinking back into Giulia's wet heat, who coughed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "...is just a bonus."