The Mafia King and his hard-headed slave

say anything, they just nodded and left. I c

home, a job that no one should find out about, not even them. They stoo

g as fast as I could, leaving behind th

per hour. I pass the police

a big black car and immediately knew whose it was. I followed

got out of the car, and a woman got out of the back. Woman?

lack T-shirt that blended with her body. Her golden brown hair was tied in a pony

ch the gate opened and then they entered. I quickly followed them, entering bef

ore people began to enter the house. Only

open, and the same girl from a while ago appear

till remember the flow of the grantious smile, those shining brown eyes. I could shoot her now, and no one would know I did it

course, she couldn't see me. She

w. Running to the high wall of her room, I began to climb the grass which looked like vines. But i

the wall. I looked up and saw that I was almost there. I g

ere and then I heard the sound of water. She mus

hild. I looked at her bookshelf. There are mostly books in Russian, with writers I don't recognize. Leo Tolstoy, Pushkin, Dostoevsky... Who the fu

but clothes. Dresses of the finest silk. Some had deep necklines. I can only imagine how this would suit her. Her breasts in

ng her sweet scent. Vanilla and rose. I licked

o fuck her until she begged for mercy, and

he other. But when I tried to open it, the bathroom door slowly open

her chest and ass. Water was falling from her wet hair and her eyes were wandering around

to the table where she left the gun, but before she could reac

ne of mine and put my knee on h

n if I would be happy to fuck her on that wall right now. I ap

slid from her neck all the way to the floor. She has a bear tattoo on her shoulder and I

and is still holding hers, while my other hand

nt to show it. Her hands were gripping the wall behind her as I tightened my grip on her wais