I should’ve known better than to ask Karmann what he wanted for dinner. Next thing I know, his face is buried between my cheeks, tongue swirling my tight little asshole like it’s his last meal. So of course I returned the favor, deep-throating his thick cock, licking every inch of his balls until he was begging to be inside me. Then—boom—he flips me over, lifts me onto the kitchen counter, and pounds my ass doggy-style like he owns it. No warm-up, just raw, relentless anal until he fills me up with a thick, hot load that dripped out slow when he pulled out. You know what they say… An Italian man always finishes what he starts.