The Mafia King's Toy

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into my mouth and ch

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n with my thumb and my index.

her white wine and wrinkles her

swallow. "It's when you talk like a

once had a client I had to dress in a tutu for. And every time

ed to be whipped while I talked to in

reeps." Jenna say

er them to the br

s, munchin

he counter and I take it, closin

way. Apparently, he has a

hope he is not to

't look at him too much rule, I guess he is an ugly goblin with a

he worst." Jenna

to me as long

d she clings her glass

, but unfortunately, speaking the truth often gets people angry. And I'm certainly no people pleasure that just tells you what you want to hear. Well, at least not for free. Jenna is a total contrast to my appearance. In and out. Her dark hair and hazel eye

ld have made until n

ddle-class family and, as I got from her so far, she still has a really good relationship with her parents. She

grew up on the streets like me, but som

my home, f

slightly off the barstool, showing her my faint

ntom pain st

leg down. "Yeah.

as she looks back

e back

, but yet not the worst fetish I had to endure. I'm not the gal to be scared off easily, but this episode sits deep. I'm ac

glasses? Why aren't they empt

the counter. Driving a hand through his long

and actually hella successful pub downtown. As I got accepted as Jenna's bestie by him, I got an extra friend. An awesomely handsome extra friend in an exhaustingly good temper. He is the

work tomorrow." I squeeze his arm, but he rolls his eyes

him right away, he leans forward, his blue eyes flashing mischiev

ready steps away to tak

erything about the king of the world a

right away." I giggle