The Mafia Don's Obsession
*
“No, you are not making breakfast or any such thing, woman.’ He grunted as I lay, spent and breathing heavily, cradled on his chest after he was done.
I made to sit up but his hard arm kept me anchored to him.
Lazily watching me from his narrow-eyed gaze, he said.
“We are going on a holiday today.’
*
I turned to stare at him open-mouthed.
“We are?’ I repeated.
He chuckled and said,
“You came to me five years ago, wife. I need to celebrate so I am taking the whole of my large family to a beach.’
And rolling onto me, he said, nipping my neck and arousing me again,
“I shall f*ck you on the sands' he whispered,' I want to rub suntan oil on your large tits and suck them till you beg me to stop.
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