The Mafia Lord and his Stripper

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't always a sensual show, it was art for me. My dancing was unique, it was different and it meant a lot to me that other people saw that as well. I enjoyed it when the

a stripper. I wasn't a prostitute just b

ng the amount of money that was go

they were

on this fine man in a dark blue shirt with tattoo

hey wouldn't think I was taking some sort of interest in them but this man-this ma

had complete heterochromia and whenever our eyes met, I didn't want to look away. I loved that his full attention was on

ce trapped in my palm. I'm like a puppeteer who has strings attached t

t blame them. I earn ten times more in

at this same man. I wanted him to follow him, I wa

outside my door. I was probably the only witch left in this century but nobody knew that. I don't know if I should call it a

ngerous was going to end up being led by me. I've only seen four people's futures.

though I was a descendant of generational witches, nobody else had any gif

re and they try to act on it and change the whole thing. Changing their future complete

aid not to let people find out about my gift or they'd use me for their advantage. I knew

ed, this man walked in and

d but I di

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universe wants me to tell about their future, I wanted him to know my name. He was probably very confused. A mere exotic dan

k this was what the connect

a of seeing this man get hurt haunted me. I already see him in my head, the whole scenery and how it'd pla

in my head but she's already in hell so does it really matte

like I'm sinking deeper into them. They're beautiful, he's beautiful and so fit. My eyes raked his bo

call me crazy and walk out and I didn't want that. He

ame is

fuckboy laugh too. He does look like a player and I've never really been the type that enjoyed judging people by their a

ul name but, what you said jus

Even though he was saying something, his eyes raked over my chest, my tits were peeking out a bit. I s

sit f

because I wanted him to hold them longe

as sitting on, slide down on the couch and let his legs fall open. I love men who sit like that. It's

feel to sit on top of his crotch. I tore my eyes away from his thighs and focused

and I didn't know how to start it off. I couldn't just jump into the obvious fact th

e I dive right into the tough part. My aunt's probably in hell k

breath, it was

, what did you

ow my best friend's name? I'd understand that if it was because he's a regular at this club b

en all over him and I knew what the tattoo he had o

at people feare