She looks up at Manuel Monti, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as she feels him still pulsing inside her. With a satisfied smile, she leans forward, pressing her lips to his in a soft, tender kiss.

"Thank you," she says softly, her voice husky from the exertion. "I think we've made this night unforgettable."

Ahh... ma anche me...

Young.

Her hand slid up and down his length faster now, as she leaned in even closer to him, her body trembling with desire. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "I need you." Her free hand gently caressed his cheek before moving lower, cupping his jawline and guiding his face towards hers as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Her tongue darted out to explore his mouth, tasting him and claiming him as her own.

As he moans, her hand continues to stroke him, matching his rhythm as she kisses him deeper. "That's right, baby," she whispers against his lips. "Let it out... let Mommy feel how much you love her." Her other hand slides up to cup his breast, massaging gently through the fabric of his shirt before slipping inside to caress his nipple.

"Oh, God..." she gasps, arching into him as he thrusts against her hand.

Her heart leaps as she feels his hips move against her hand. A shudder runs through her body, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Kimi..." she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. She cups his cheek gently, brushing away a stray lock of hair from his forehead before leaning in to press their lips together.

The kiss is slow and gentle, filled with all the love and longing that has been building up inside her since the day she met him.

As their lips linger together, she feels him respond to her touch, his hips moving restlessly against hers. With a soft moan, she deepens the kiss, losing herself in the passion that surges between them. Her hand slides lower on his back, feeling the warmth and strength of his body through the thin fabric of his pajamas.

Her free hand moves up to cup his cheek as well, holding him close to her as they share this intimate moment.

Her breath comes out in tiny gasps as she recalls that memory vividly, the feeling of your hands on her body under the darkness of the theater. "That was so forbidden and exciting," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer as he continues to touch her through her pants.

Her hips buck against his hand, seeking relief from the building tension, the need for release nearly overwhelming her. "Please,"

"...I want you so much..." she moans, her body trembling with the effort to remain quiet in the car. "It's been so long since we've felt like this." Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, urging him on as she arches closer, seeking the contact of his skin against hers.

Her breath hitches and she gasps for air as her orgasm crashes over her, her body tensing and spasming with release. "Oh God..."

As she felt the warmth building up inside him and heard his words, she knew that he was getting close to climaxing. Her hand sped up on his shaft, matching his rhythm as she stroked him, her breath coming faster now. "Oh sweetie... let it out," she murmured, her voice husky with desire.

She held his erection firmly in one hand and cupped his balls with the other, her thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive spot at the base of his shaft as he approached orgasm. "

As he came, shooting thick ropes of semen across the floor, Sara closed her eyes and moaned softly, feeling his body tensing under her hands. Her breath came out in short little gasps as she continued to stroke him through his orgasm, her desire for him growing stronger with each passing moment.

When he finally slowed down, she let go of him, sitting back on her heels and watching him with a mixture of tenderness and lust in her eyes. "There you go sweetie,"