Owned By My Two Mafia Bosses

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the fiery fluid and the band silenced before a drum roll. After two vodka shots, I finally

starting from the back of his neck, to his hair, his chest, and lastly, his waistline. I pressed tighter into his erection which elicited a hiss from him. His

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le I fuck you from behind" There was something in the way he said those words that confirmed he meant every word. I bite my lips as I stare

ehydrated me. Instinctively, I used the tip of my tongue to wet my rough lips and suckled on them to give them some softness, but on loo

d. That lingering tang faded as I tasted his tongue and offered my tongue for him to s

looked into my eyes. I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same. The immediacy made my pulse race "Yo

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beaten steel-aluminum porcelain. There was an old traditional sofa, two leather strainer chairs, and a drawing of a

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our tongue... They are sexy. You are sexy" he said provoc

the insane amount of alcohol in my system bu

packed in a shirt two size too big for him. There would be enough space to run my hand through... Thick full lips that were slightly parted and muscular arms that would easily pin me against the wall and heavy, fitted athletic thigh

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ed, but before I could reply, he was direct

or a second tasting, slower, more ponderous, intentional, and real. His hands slid under my short skirt, and the thing that went through my head was: oh

d of person and I liked how he was giving me all-the right amount of pleasure my body could take and a little extra

ran my tongue over the bristles of his chin, his neck, his chest, and his collarbone. He released my ass as I slid down to my knees. I patiently unhooked his belt,

st like his lips. I sucked the cap and ran my fingers over the surface. He sighed. He relaxed. it was just so gloriously se