MAFIA SEDUCTION

d a home. I owned this hotel. I worked. Furthermore, I fucked women here and I killed people here. I would have considered going to my private bar to drink and look for a lady from women who

oiled New York princess tonight, then a different type of princess would have to do. Sitting in the armchair with a glass of whiskey n my hand as Amelia slipped off her skimpy dress and stood before me wearing only a pink G-string. She had a decent body. Tanned skin and long blonde hair. Tall and thin and massive tits which were obviously fake. I preferred the real deal, but I wasn't going to object. She was fuckable enough, and that was all that mattered to me. 'What can I do for you tonight, Mr. Montanelli ?' she purred as she walked closer to me. Take off the panties and come here, I commanded. She obeyed immediately. That was the satisfying thing about paying for sex, or in this case, having my buddy pay for it for me. The women did exactly what they were asked to do, when they were asked to do it. There were no expectations. No complaints. Amelia slipped her G-string over her hips and down her long legs until it laid in a tiny pool at her feet. She stepped out of it and walked towards me, stopping directly in front of me. She was so close that I could smell her cream and it made my cock throb. Turn around and bend over so I can see what my buddy is paying for, I grow, and she obeys, bending over until her waxed pussy is only inches from my face. 'Do you like what you see, Mr. Montanelli ?' she asked in a low, husky voice. I ignored her question. I didn't give compliments. 'It looks like you're already dripping wet for me, Amelia? Do you enjoy being paid to let men fuck you?' 'I enjoy being paid to let you fuck me, Sir. In fact, I'd let you do me for free,' she giggled. I wrapped my hand around my cock and squeezed it through my trousers. It was rock hard. Why wouldn't it be? I had a n