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I pull on the ropes that continue to prohibit me from bringing my hands to my center or from closing my thighs completely. He has fun while putting a couple of fruits in his mouth to enjoy the explosion of flavors: fruits and an orgasm.
I curl my toes as I feel the wave of heat that spreads throughout my body, I don't just moan, I enjoy it until the last moment.
—And what will I be?
—You want to hear it to turn you on and feel even more powerful, right? -I nod-. Those are the pleasures of power, mydamn thing.
-Please...
—Do you want to cum listening to what you are and will be for me?
—Y-yes.
The corners of his lips rise, he pushes everything away from the table so he can get up from the chair that was left all this time at the edge of the bed. His skillful fingers move against his pants, he lowers the fabric of the underwear and climbs up the bed so he can get between my legs that are slightly bent. I can't stop shaking, I resist coming because I want to hear him say what I want so much.
—Sarai my rovina, my prince of Calabria and my lady of the mafia, of the 'Ndrangheta.
Each word explodes and burns in my ears, I contort my hips to get more of the toy that buries itself in my pussy. With her hand she surrounds his shaft, she begins to pump it constantly and I think he was so in need of this because the jets of semen begin to be shot towards my abdomen, my legs, my pussy and she spreads a little of that cream on my tits. .
I gasp, I let myself go, feeling how those white threads warm my skin, he doesn't stop when it comes to moving his hand against his cock. I bend over on my back, cling to the bed with my nails and cum on the toy that doesn't stop moving in my sex. It's pleasurable, the orgasm breaks me into pieces before his attentive gaze. Those blue eyes look at me at all times, their discharges no longer hit my skin and I realize why when I feel like I can put my hands together and close my legs.
He makes me anxious, distilling desperation from every pore of his body. He removes the device that was buried in me, kisses my face, licks my neck, taking a few drops of his own semen on his tongue. He surrounds my nipples with his tongue or his fingers, stretches them using the clamps, making me cry because of the intensity with which they squeeze the damn ones.
—You will be my lady, fuck my fucking shitty thoughts, I want you for myself.
—I am already yours, diavolo.
—You will be my mafia lady,cagna, you will be mine.
—Always, with you until the end of your own hell.
—You are my property, and I am your property too,principessa.
He presses his mouth against my breasts, seconds later he turns me around, slamming me against the bed, I scream in pain because the clamps are embedded on my nipples. He lifts me up, I support my hands and stands behind me so he can immerse himself in the quality and humidity of my sex. He takes a big handful of my hair, stretches it until he gets every inch of his member into my tight, sucking pussy.
—My damned property,principessa.
—Your property, diavolo.
—Until the end of our own hell,cagna.
It attacks with a bestiality that takes away my senses, my muscles have stopped hurting because I am only concentrating on the pleasure it offers me. His testicles hit my sore clitoris, I cling to one of his hands, placing mine on his that is on my hip, with the other pulling my hair causing pain on my head, my back and in my sex.
—Let's fill this pussy of mine with my semen,principessa.
—Until it overflows.
“Yes, shit,” he slaps my ass, “until you spill my cream for a long hour while you eat breakfast.”
He doesn't stop thrusting, my butt bounces and collides several times against his pelvis making exquisite sounds when our bodies completely connect. I don't resist, I let myself be filled by him until we are both falling through the void of pleasure that leads us to explode on the other in a matter of seconds. He takes me by the hips to continue attacking, I want to let myself be filled with him for a long time, that's why he clings to my skin that he marks with the force that his fingers apply.
I fall exhausted on the bed when we finish, he fixes his hair, his clothes and ends up putting his cock away to go to the other table in the small room in the room. He brings me to bed my tray with breakfast that is still intact and maintaining the right temperature.
Salvatore approaches with the rest of his breakfast, sits next to me and takes me by surprise when he places an arm on my waist, pulls it and drags me to his side so that I press my back to his chest. He puts me between his legs, I start to choose what to eat first while his lips dance against my skin in a sensual way.
—Are you ready for Apulia?
—Yes, although I can contribute little, it feels good to help with something.
