The Captured Mafia Bride
Emilio rolls off my body, while Xiomar takes the same position.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled, rubbing the head of his dick on my clit. Each pass made me whinper, biting my lips,craving for more.
“Fuck me,” I said, not caring about anything else.
“You heard her,” Achilles grabbed my head, angling my face to his cock. “Fuck our girl hard.”
Xiomar groaned and pushed his dick in me with one thrust, the same time Achilles fills my mouth up.
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