Gape in Italy, Scene #01

Vittoria Risi, some loudmouth Italian blonde, kills the camera from the jump. Tits out—massive, heavy—while her fingers slide south. She grabs a glass dildo, pushes it up her cunt, works it in and out like she’s daring the lens to blink. Then she licks it clean, slow, tongue curling round the ridges, no shame at all. Omar Galanti steps in, already hard enough to hurt. She drops to her knees, jaw hinges open and swallows him whole. The suction’s filthy, wet, loud, and every bob sends spit down her chin. POV cam captures the glint in her eyes when she deep-throats, nose flat against his belly, gagging only when she feels like it. He flips her, lines up and drives straight into her ass—thick, brutal, no build-up. She groans low, takes it, then opens wide for his cock, ass-to-mouth, savoring every smear. A vibrator finds her clit; the scream she lets out rattles the walls. Riding him anally, her cheeks slap loud, hole loose and shiny. When she pulls off, the gape pulses, breathes, then stays open like a dare. Omar pumps until he floods her mouth, thick ropes pooling on her tongue. She swallows the way she’s been taught—greedy, practiced, proud.