Predestined for the Mafia Boss
While stimulating another point of pleasure, Yuri withdraws his fingers only when he transfers the heat of my body to another.
With his clean hand, he lowers the strap of my dress and, shortly after, removes his fingers from me—wet with orgasm. He soaks my still-erect nipple, squeezing and twirling it between his two fingers.
"Yuri," I moan his name in a plea.
I'm answered when his warm mouth takes the place of his fingers, sucking vigorously, nibbling, and then showcasing his tongue as if savoring its taste in the same way he did with the vodka.
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