His Forbidden Goddaughter
I swear every time he touches me I’m done for, but every time he pulls my hair, I cūm, imagining him pulling my hair back as he rams his cōck into my mouth.
“That little joke back there and now is going to cost you.” He muttered in my ear, making me shiver and close my eyes. “Pay attention to the road.” He growled as he released my hair.
“I’m sorry, Padrino. I just wouldn’t know if you, you know…liked pūssy.” I stated innocently.
“Not that it’s your business, but I do love pūssy very much.” He said, clearing his voice.