Maria The Mafia Don's Mistress

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The dress he had bought me, delicately sticking to my

ingers drawing circles on my waist, "Do you want me to fuck you?

yes closed, enjoying the moment, my chest r

s in my ear, the sound of his voice directly in my ear, h

etween my legs, my pussy walls clenching,

he gold sink, the dim yellow light flashing

nst my ass. "You're so wet, Princess," he whispers, rubbing against

k ones; Vincezo always wanted to make me beg for it. I had to endure and e

not t

behind my back while I rest on the bathroom sink. "Say it loud en

yell, "Ahhhh!" His fingers land hard on my ass through my

h me like he always did. He had gone away on a trip with his wife for three weeks with no con

across my back. I turn around, leaning on the sink, staring

," he whispers, his eyes

rawl on the straps of my dress, his breath hitching, waiting for me to expo

do what I want," he says, his deep voice echoing around the bathroom, his pier

n, revealing milky-toned breasts, my pink erect nipples poking out, his eyes following my movement, revealing my tummy, my navel, and then my pus

ows, falling to the marble-tiled floor; his eyes

ed his olive-toned body, his left side covered by swirls

, switching it off, and proceeding to his trousers, his belt hitting the

g it, and my fingers quickly turn the silver knobs, revealing ste

n around, the steamy warm water cascading

commands, entering

ng. I want him so bad; I want him to sink deep inside my pussy

his fingers grab my arms, securing me safely. "You wanted me to fuck you, and

ou," he mumbles, pulling out

anyone could hear me from a mile away: "Vinnie,

rms going around my breast and pulling

my ears, pushing his cock deeper into me, b

say, feeling my body rack with an orgasm; my legs twitch in front of him, an

"Fuck, I missed you, princess." He pulls out, watching his cum pour do

eeks, and you can't take me anymore?" He t

ck, right on his spine is another tattoo, a sword dra

grabs the soap; still si

, closing my eyes, and allowing the water to cascade all over my hair, the colour

straining against his side in want. "I gu