His Docile Mafia Princess
she begs, “Make me—”
“That’s my girl,” I grunt, thrusting into her deep, relentlessly, watching her unravel beneath me. She screams again, her legs locking tight around my hips, her body convulsing around me. I let go, filling her once more, crying out her name like a prayer.
“My God, Sasha.”
“This can't be healthy, Enzo.” she rasps, “We fuck like rabbits.”
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