Bella pressed Paola against the bedroom wall, their bodies pressed together, their breathing quickened. The atmosphere between them was pure fire — from the moment they looked at each other that night, they knew where this was going. Bella held Paola's waist tightly and bit her lower lip lightly, eliciting a soft moan that only increased her desire. "I've been wanting you all day," Bella whispered, her mouth glued to Paola's warm neck, which was already giving her goosebumps. "Then show me, damn it," Paola replied, pulling Bella by the nape of her neck and kissing her hard, with tongue, with raw desire. Her hands were already under her blouse, going up, squeezing her breasts with desire, while Bella pushed Paola to the bed, tearing her clothes on the way. They were both naked in seconds, grabbing each other, rubbing each other, as if the other's touch was a vital necessity. Bella moved down slowly, licking Paola's belly, feeling her moans grow louder. He spread her legs firmly and began to suck slowly, with his tongue warm and firm, knowing exactly how to drive her crazy. Paola writhed, moaning loudly, pulling the sheets, losing control. “Go on, keep going... like that... fuck...” she said between sighs, feeling her orgasm come fast, intense. Bella didn’t stop. She made sure to feel every tremor, every shiver, until Paola screamed and came apart completely beneath her. Then she climbed up again, kissing her mouth, letting her taste herself. And when Paola recovered, it was her turn to mount Bella, sitting with desire, grinding slowly and then hard, moaning together, sweating, cumming again. It was pure lust, pure connection. There, in that bed, they devoured each other all night long — without fear, without restraint, only pleasure.