Eleonora: Mafia's dirty little princess
A sigh escaped her lips as she moved her hands to her dress, slowly pulling it down and letting it drop to her ankles.
She stepped out of the dress and approached him, stopping only when she was close enough to see his face closely. His eyes were dark, filled with the most evil intentions, ravaging her body.
He couldn't take his eyes off her, he took note of every curve, every line and every mark on her body. He never took the time to look at her, or any other girl, but that night, things were different.
“I'm here.” Eleonora said in the silence, her boobs hanging perfectly on her chest, round and succulent, making his Adam's apple bob. Her eyes shone with want, and his with desire.