The Mafia King's Sweetheart
' I moaned at the end as he finally ended my misery.
He started allover again, his pace incredibly fast and impatient. I moaned louder, regretting laying on my stomach. I felt peace when I finally reached my orgasm, sinking into the pillow with delight. He retracted himself from me, dragged my shirt down to cover me, and laid on the bed. I turned around and smiled at him. He was smiling back so brightly, like he just claimed the world as his. I wanted him to remain like this, happy because of me. The smile brought joy to my heart, the desire to kill to make sure the smile stay on his face.
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