Vend To The Mafia Lord

out the car, sir?” Max asked. “You can take it, I will find my way”. “I have a few something to deal with before I came to you, my little cupcake,” he said to himself while caressing my fac

o the bed. Heavily, I fell into the bed on my back. “What are you doing?” I wondered aloud. He pulled me like a piece of trash. It was embarrassing and terrifying. “It's time you fulfil your duty. I paid you for that” instantly he took off his coat, untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt while shifting down on me. “No…” I whimpered. Tears had filled my eyes. Yet, he didn't care. “Stop being a tease,” he coldly whispered. I had not yet realised what was going on until he stranglehold my neck, a painful gasp escaped my quivering lips with tears effortlessly rushing down my cheeks. Gradually he leaned on me and I felt eerie. It was my first time being so close to a man and it was nothing close to what I had all imagined for me. I always imagined that it was going to be a very joyful and intimate moment between my lover and I. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Even in my wildest dream, I never imagined giving up my virginity in such bitter circumstances. He got so close that I could feel his breath blowing on my face. My heart was in my stomach and my arm folded around my empty body. I was half-naked and the room was cold. But I was so terrified that I couldn't feel my legs anymore, I couldn't feel my fingers either. I couldn't even feel the coldness and emptiness of the room anymore. All I could feel was him on top of me and slight pain in the neck. Then in a shortcoming, I heard him whisper, “Don't shoot me for this!” and he pressed his lips on mine and before I could release it he was already kissing me. “Game over,” I told myself. I didn't know what to do, whether I had to scream in vain, knowing that no one was going to come to my rescue or succumb, and perhaps I could get some pleasure in the process?. The kissing was getting deeper. I felt his long wet tongue soaked into my mouth, rapidly rolling around my tongue. His lips were softer than anything I had ever felt; soft as a soft spoon cake, soft like billing into cotton candy. It was soft and effortlessly soft. I don't know why, but I showed no resistance. Perhaps it was because all I was praying for at that moment was how to get part of the money he paid from Bestie to heal my mum after the ho