Stolen by the Mafia King
Her purple eyes boring through mine, she grinded fiercely against me, to and fro, until I was rock hard again.
‘Kitten,’ I groaned.
‘Tux and dress, mine,’ she squealed.
Just for the fun of it, I said, ‘No’, anger shooting from my eyes.
And she leaned to kiss my eyelashes, lifting her butt in the process and rubbed my aching tip with her wet, swollen lips, teasing and kissing. ‘Give me those and I’ll send you straight into me,’ she purred.
Fucking hell.
‘Menu, mine.’ My lips were dying to taste the adorable pink cherries ripening before my eyes.
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