Riding on the kitchen counter

Catherine’s POV

When I woke up the next morning, it was to the annoying shrill sound of my ringtone.

“Fuck, I thought I had it on silent,” I grumbled against the pillow, as I scooted over to reach for the phone, with my eyes flapped shut.

When I couldn't get it, I groaned, and begrudgingly squeezed my eyes open to grab the annoying device which had now stopped ringing.

On seeing that I had missed a call from Rita, I sighed heavily before placing the phone down on the nightstand, mentally noting to call her back later that day.

As I climbed out from beneath the blanket, it occurred to me that I wasn't in my bedroom.

Looking around made memories from the night before rush in which in turn caused my cheeks to heat up in shyness.

Alessandro and I had truly fucked on every damn corner of his room throughout the night.

After our love confessions in the bathtub, he proceeded to finger me again before sliding his cock inside me and pounding me from below.

Then, we fucked against the door afte