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Emilia-Romagna, Italy



Legs shaking, back arching, breath stolen, eyes rolling, lips bitten, hair pulled, skin slick with sweat, throat dry from moaning.
A devil’s tango so intense it snaps spines, melts minds, and leaves you questioning your existence.
Sloppy, nasty, toe-curling, jaw-dropping, soul-snatching, earth-shattering. Sheets soaked, bodies trembling, brain short-circuiting, time bending.
He could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I’d still ride.