Mr. Mafia's Perfect Bride

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skull, causing a fine mix of his brains a

ants, I brushed off the stains of blood on my knuckles

n it

ed down to 'De Russo's Casino'. My fath

ors of limited editions, game area. It's exquisite,

d desperation. It pulsed with the rhythmic din of clinking gla

er

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lighter and lit

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blow in my chest, with my he

f this old man going beyond his limit

ike

d from hi

de me, in the desperat

y'd be more than

e knew the game like the back of his pa

he came to my rescue an

tered on a roulette wheel, as the

hould

her pair of deep blue ey

ed and swept my fea

charm; tall, sexy, and firmly built

cocky for

y ego dashed

better

or another shot. In front of her, sh

off, m

closer, encroaching in

into my nostrils, and my eyes closed on the

gers, with her gasping for ai

ed out of my viv

d luxury. Definitely fr

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long stare. "You're jus

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untered past the club

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e hauled herself at me, smacking

sperate to prove a dare, or jus

mattered was fucking

f her shirt, and let it down, givi

off, revealing her voluptuous boobs. She wa

with ease, pressing her to the car, wit

ring beneath?" My

g my cock between her butt crack, her hi

thi

and clutched around her throat

ng her breasts, as I took them in my han

so

l of them on my

bbed a handful of her skirt, and slip

dripped on

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d her lips when I

and groaned in pain, causi

e a vi

throat bulbed. "D

l voice

urt you

take me

de her into the back seat of my car

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and I gently leveled on her, l

h.

ped in a finger, but t

k cunt, my too-big-a

roan oddly c

hurt a

gainst her

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nd, I lubricated my cock

n, causing her to

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ed, still

with a woman. Never been thi

oo damn naive for my casi

h.

d her hands around my hard mass, wit

f hot kisses, and stealing her mind away

e graze every inch of her mou

ythm, she drew up air in her lungs,

am

, driving us to a climax. She quivered beneath

ulled out of her warmth, before shoot

with my face buried in her messy curls an

er

tack of cash, and dump

elf. I don

d it humorous and

a joke,

pulled up my pan

ve.

lief in her innoc

ys, I protect

I did this

you want me?" I sighed and wr

r breathing was labored

ged me aside and got down, hurr

l get o

hell an

the bar to those hungry lots. Else, I'd be for

s, da

ped my

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the road. More than ever, I need a bottle o

er emotions craw

a distance ripped t

my balance when they shot at my tires

the oncoming vehicle with the assass

ipped into oblivion, becoming

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