My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent
Silk draped every surface, oils clung to skin, leaving a sheen that lasted days.
No cameras,
no rules,
just raw need on repeat.
A man knelt between a woman’s legs, cock thrusting deep, her nails raked his back, and drew red lines.
Another pair tangled on a couch, hands stroked, mouths sucked, bodies shook, and cum spilled.
Nico leaned back, sprawled on the floor, cock twitched as the assistant’s hands roamed higher, brushed his balls, and teased.
“More,” Nico said, voice low, rough, spread his legs wider. The boy from before crawled back, lips found Nico’s cock, sucked slowly, tongue swirled the head, precum beaded.
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