Behind closed doors, Luca can be a very different animal. It takes a lot to maintain such a proper and classy public appearance. So his way of unwinding involves the greatest sexual stimulation he could fathom. Scarfing micros down into his balls, feeling the weight and heft they add as they slosh around. The overwhelming pleasure of them wriggling inside. It all feels so wrong but so good at the same time. The involuntary clenching as he feels himself getting closer and closer to reaching a climax, continuing to add another dimension to this erotic sensation. He pants and moans, only to then bury his face in his pillows, as if trying to hide himself from how deeply ashamed he felt for indulging in such a manner. But that didn't stop him from continuing. By now, the micros were reduced to nothing but cum, being bounced and clenched in all that sticky hot seed was bound to churn them away in no time, and in just a few more moments, he could feel himself ready to burst. Pre-emptively biting into a pillow, he'd feel his whole body tense, jaws clenching, hips thrusting forward, and then a sudden release as he ejaculated all over his bedsheets. Heavily panting, he'd roll over, his heart feeling like it might beat out of his chest before he'd turn his head and look at the mess he'd made. He'd let out a deep sigh. "Fuck...I just cleaned these sheets too".

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