The Mafia Boss' Obsession

Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.“Ah!” was all the woman could muster as Terrence crushed her body against the mattress. They could both hear the sweet sound of their moans engulfing the room, volume increasing with every thrust he made.“Fuck!” he groaned in frustration. His thick member seems too large no matter how hard he rammed her slit it wouldn’t all quite fit. Terrence shifted his weight on his arms so he could fully pound her e

Hackney, East London Inside a modern-looking mansion, a woman was busy decluttering stuff inside a closet when she saw an old box sitting neatly under the clothes. Her eyebrows furrowed trying to remember what's inside it. She picked it up gently and placed it on the bed. Slowly she opened the cover of the box revealing several things. A pink bracelet with the letter T on it, a smiley emoji pin, several scented letters, an empty candy wrapper and pictures. A wave of memories suddenly flooded her thoughts, a painful memory she tried so hard to forget fifteen years ago. It was a dewy morning. The mist from the outside blurred the window glass. The bird chirped and the golden rays of sun shone “Hey, I’ve packed some stuff for our outreach program this weekend. I hope you already contacted our volunteers,” Bridgette cheerfully said to her best friend Trina on the phone. She placed the phone between her ears and left shoulder so she could pack the school supplies and food they’re sup

It has been fifteen years since the death of Bridgette’s best friend, Trina. The cold breeze of the wind, a beautiful canvas of sky blues and milky whites graces the midday sky. The blue of the depths and the smooth, rounded, sugary sweet clouds in the foreground are a beautiful contrast. Bridgette’s wavy auburn hair swayed with the wind. She’s standing in front of her grave now with a bouquet of fresh pink carnations, her favorite flower. The time on her wrist watch says two in the afternoon. She blocked all her schedules today so she could visit her friend. After seeing those memorabilias inside the box, she finally took the courage to go to her grave. She knew where it was because fifteen years ago she stood up from afar during her funeral. “Hi Trina. How are you?” Bridgette said while smiling and placing the flowers beside the black marble tombstone. Bridgette knew her family had already gone there as well when she noticed three other bouquets of fresh flowers. She’s feeling anx

A small remote on the coffee table in front of the sofa suddenly caught Terrence's eye.He pondered the idea of playing sultry music to complement the woman who was lying lewdly beneath him. A few clicks and the entire penthouse was filled with the soothing sounds of jazz. The woman was beaming from ear to ear as she rose to devise a plan to provide entertainment for Terrence.Terrence was taken aback and simply followed her gaze as she walked coquettishly towards the metal pole in the middle of the room.In time with the jazz music, she began swaying her hips as she clung to the metal pole. Her eyes were filled with lust and sexiness as she rubbed her breasts against the pole in a back-and-forth motion. After this, Terrence thought of installing a dancing pole in his room in the mansion. It’s a nice addition to his ‘session room’.She gradually unzipped her halter top dress, revealing her enviable figure. While swaying her hips, she fumbled her perfectly rounded breasts. His pupils di

Terrence woke up with a throbbing headache. It's almost like his skull is getting split in half. He tried to move his hand so he could hold the back of my head, but he felt some resistance. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted with a pitch-black environment.He tried moving my arms and legs again. He’s definitely tied up. He could hear the sound of chains and feel the cold metal against his wrists and ankles. He also noticed that he was naked. The cold wind blowing out somewhere is seeping through his bare skin. It's as if he’s inside a gigantic freezer.He tried to recall the things that happened before he lost consciousness.The party,The penthouse,The pole,The wine,The woman.His eyes widened when he remembered everything. He became too lax about the situation. He hopes that his team will be able to track his location on time using the chip he had installed inside his body. A doctor told him that you could actually install a chip safely inside a human body for tracking and