Angel In The Mafia’s Hell
“Fuck me, you smell so sweet. I bet you taste as sweet as you smell. Should we find out?”
She didn’t say anything, but her eyes widened; all I could see was lust.
“Hmm?” I rubbed my nose against her jaw and traced my lips along it up to her ear.
I sucked her earlobe, and her breath hitched, making me smile. “Would you let me taste you, Angel?”
My fingers drifted beneath her skirt, the darkness concealing our intimate moment. As my fingers encountered the delicate fabric of her panties, a low, primal sound escaped my throat like a hungry beast. I gently glided my finger along her intimate folds, feeling the dampness beneath her panties.
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