Mr. Mafia's Wild Desire
Natalie replied with a frown.
The frown on Dante’s forehead deepened. “Who’s the therapist?” he probed.
Natalie stared at her therapist, who remained focused on massaging her feet. She replied, “A woman. Don’t worry.”
Dante’s expression showed suspicion and disbelief. Finally, Natalie asked her therapist, “Can I show you to him? He seems very afraid of other men touching my body.”
The therapist smiled. “Go ahead, Miss.”
Natalie pointed her camera at the therapist massaging her feet. However, Dante’s focus was drawn to her slick, glistening, sexy legs. With her body wrapped in that white towel, she looked very tempting.
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