Theodore felt his own body tense, beads of sweat ran down his face and the only sounds in his room were those of his body colliding with yours, his hands caressed your naked torso, his thumbs made circles on your back, you squeezing. deliciously around him sending touches of pleasure with his body.

"Look at you, how beautiful you are, a mess for me." Theodore mocked, looking at your reflection while you were riding him, your face flushed, your beautiful eyes full of tears of pleasure, your lips half open from which only your sweet moans escaped, the sweat going down. For your face and your naked body full of its marks, they were like a painting for Theodore, the life of your body exposed to him, in his room in such a way that it made him moan himself. "siete tutti miei" He whispered in your ear, holding your chin tightly so you could look at your reflection, the mess you were when he was inside you.