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They’ve got nothing in common except the heat that builds between skin and skin. Alberto’s hand starts low on her thigh, moving like it has all day. Mia lies still at first, letting the slow press of his palm turn into something more. His thumb works in small circles, warming the muscle before he slides higher. When he reaches the curve of her ass she shifts, just enough to invite the next pass. He takes it. Fingers spread, open, spread again. The first touch to her asshole is barely there, just enough to make her breath catch. Then pressure, steady, deliberate. She pushes back into it. He slips two fingers inside, working them until the ring gives. Mia reaches for his cock without looking and wraps her hand around the shaft, guiding the head to her mouth. She takes him deep on the first stroke, throat flexing around the thickness, saliva already dripping down her chin. Alberto keeps his fingers moving, adding a third when she’s ready. He pulls them free, brings them to her lips. She sucks them clean, tastes herself, then opens wider for his cock again. He feeds it to her in slow, deep strokes that bottom out against her throat. Each time he pulls out, she follows, chasing the next thrust. When he pushes back in, she meets him halfway. The rhythm tightens. Alberto’s free hand grips her hair. Mia’s mouth works wet and hot, jaw stretched wide, taking every inch he gives. Spit coats his balls. Her eyes water but she doesn’t pull away. He holds her there, lets her breathe through her nose, then releases. She gasps, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then leans in for more. He slides his fingers back into her ass, three at once now, and she moans around the head of his cock. The vibration travels straight through him. He starts to move his hips in time with his hand, fucking her mouth while he opens her from behind. Mia takes it all, throat working, ass clenching. Alberto watches the way her body answers every push. When he pulls his cock free again, she licks the underside from base to tip, slow and deliberate, then swallows him back down without hesitation. The pace builds until he’s driving into her throat and she’s pushing back onto his fingers like she can’t get enough. He feels her gag once, twice, but she never stops. Her hand reaches between her legs, rubs her clit in tight circles while he keeps her mouth full. Alberto’s breathing turns ragged. He pulls out, strokes himself once, twice, then pushes back in as deep as she can take. Mia holds there, nose pressed to his stomach, throat fluttering around him. He comes with a low groan, pulse after pulse filling her mouth. She swallows what she can, lets the rest spill over her lips, then licks him clean, slow and thorough, until nothing’s left but the taste of him and the heat still burning under her skin.