Branded : The Mafia Don

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over my skin as he continued to watch me, sipping his whiskey. Resting my palm

th on my erect nipples. His gaze dropped to them and he casually took one between his fingers, rolling the n

duce me to a help

d down to where I was holding my thighs glued together, a tighte

ard lips, he tugged at the piercing. His ton

ped his head, my h

s so

e with his teeth, with a growl. A hand moved to my n

head in my small hands, help

…’ I wh

mile ; the smile of a hunt

ed. ‘But you need to be taught a lesson. No

face, my insides churning as I yearned for him to take me. His touch, d

I said, my eyes on

y lips, then parting my lips, thrusting a digit into my

was like a mask, a glacial mask as he held his passion in check. But

atching me. I knew that if I glanced down, his enorm

h testing me. He slapped my inner thighs lightly, not enough to hurt me but hard enough to make me give a cry of wa

makign me clench the muscles of my womb at the sheer er

supplication, my eyes on his hard face

s now reduced to a trembling mass of need, unaware of

shook his head, his

‘he growled, ’You need to

rousers prominent and I m

ent over the desk in a moment, my a*se cheeks

and I shut my eyes and made a

e cheeks, his hard palm inflaming my desires as I c

t my shoulder, leaning

again

the wetness seeping out, o

ist of my erect nippl

e murmured cruelly. “You n

e and I could feel him through t

rshly and I slid to my feet, dropping

t he wante

saw the pre-cum glistening on his mushroom head, the heavily veined, throbbing shaft making me

in a gruff voice and I knew he

ton had taught me over the years, how best to take his manhood in my mouth and applying my own artfulness and egged on by my

roused and was going to come quickly. Holding my head in place with a firm hand, he made sure that his c*ck was alm

ked and was shooting his cum down my

ed to take him, as he held my head

I sagged against him, naked, trem

knew how he was torturing me by de

and I opened my legs to his

d in appr

t, my little

nger tracing circles around t

d slipped inside parting the slick dripping wet f

and he jerked my chin

d, biting my lip, knowing that he was getting

can I come?’ I dimpled so

vy breasts were almost in his face and I felt my face turn hot as he met my eyes. With a thick finger, he flicke

hardening again. Raising a heavy breast in one of his calloused hands, he took a nipple betw

e but knowing that he had to take the first step. I had placed my hands on his shoulders as I knew that

ump, moist lips and he in

y mouth, his tongue probing me as I m

of nerves and wetness as he carried me to the heights, his fingers playing with my clit, two fingers hooked in my wet core, teasing me. I threw my h

od stiff member between my dripping thighs and my lover rammed into me fiercely. The muscles of my womb clenched around his man

hought wildly as he pounded me relentless