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“And you’re pretty when you come,” I whisper.
“And you look fucking sinful in that outfit. I’m not allowing anyone to think you’re here by yourself.”
Save your breath for someone who cares, gattina.” I step in close, the tips of my loafers hitting her shoes, and I reach out, swiping a piece of her curly hair off her forehead. “If I tell you to sit, you’ll sit. If I tell you to jump, you’ll ask how high. If I want you to spin around in circles, then drop to your knees and suck my cock until I paint your pouty lips with my cum, you’ll do it with a smile on your vapid face.”
“You’ve been a very good girl.”
“Did you think I’d allow my wife to live somewhere other than my house?” He moves forward, and I stumble back. “To sleep somewhere other than my bed?”
“That’s right, baby.” His hand wraps around my neck and my breathing stutters. “I’m your god.”
“What are you looking at?” She squints at me, taking another sip. I relax in the oversize chair, bringing my own glass up to my mouth. “You.”
“I can’t work. I can’t eat. I can’t think of anything except spreading you wide open and slipping between your perfect thighs so I can fill you up.”
“If you embarrass me by seeing another man in public, I’ll take you over my knee and remind you of your place.”
“Maybe later, if you’re a good girl,”
“You are so goddamn beautiful, do you know that?”
Sei bellissima quando implori.”
“That’s my girl, sucking yourself off me like a desperate little slut,” he rasps. “You can taste the truth, can’t you, baby?”
“Such a good little wife when you’re dripping on my hand and begging for me to fuck you.” My pussy spasms around his fingers. “Is that what you want, amore mio? You want me to pry your thighs apart and slide myself so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days?”
“If I want to be your daddy, then I’ll take you over my knee again.”
“Don’t interrupt me while I’m staring at my wife,”
And you’ll take every inch, won’t you, good girl?”
“You’re not a whore.” Her legs push against my frame and then wrap around my back, pulling me into her, my dick lined up perfectly at her entrance, and her eyes lock on mine. “I’m your whore.”
You look so perfect like this,” he says. “With your makeup smeared and your pouty lips wrapped around my dick. I bet if I asked you to choke on it, you’d slide that pretty mouth down my length until you were gagging like a greedy little whore, wouldn’t you?”
