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Harder daddy! Harder daddy! Harder daddy!
The girls knelt in front of the table, banging their hands on it, while their daddy thrust deeper into one of his girls.
Their daddy was naked, his chiseled body showcasing six-pack abs and bulky muscles that flexed with every movement. A fierce lion tattoo sprawled across his chest, symbolizing his dominance and strength. The sweat on his forehead and the way he slicked his hair while licking his lips -all of it screamed Sexy. This was Alastor Cesario, the feared Mafia Don, a man every girl wanted to be close to, knowing that being one of his girls meant a lifetime of luxury.
~Mmh~ She moaned softly, and a sharp smack resonated through the room, followed by complete silence.
"What did I tell you about moaning, slut?" he growled, thrusting deeper.
"It w-on't be repe-ated mas-ter," she replied, trying not to moan as the pain and pleasure intensified.
He climaxed inside her, pulling away as he stood. He moved towards his other girls, who knelt with their hands clasped behind their backs and their heads lowered.
"Who's ready for their turn?" Alastor's deep, seductive voice slithered through the room, igniting a wave of excitement and desire among them.
"I-I'll go next, master," Ashley stuttered, while the other girls exhaled in relief.
Alastor's smirk grew as he yanked on her collar, pulling her into his commanding presence. Her eyes remained lowered.
"Look up," he ordered. She obeyed, but his penetrating gaze was so powerful it made her shiver. Her eyes snapped shut, unable to withstand the intensity. He thrived on the defiance, a wicked grin spreading across his face at the thought that only one person could challenge his dominance.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, can't even hold my gaze? How the hell do you think you're fit to take my cock?" he taunted, releasing her collar.
The door knocked, and Alastor turned to see her standing there -his little one. She wore a lacy dress that barely reached her ass, which was begging for a smack from her daddy. Her cleavage was tantalizingly exposed, her breasts craving to be bruised by his veiny hands and her pinkish-red lips were on the verge of swelling. Her eyes had no tears of pleasure. He loathed how she looked, how she wasn't yet marked by him, and he was so fucking ready to rectify that.
"Come here," he commanded in a stern voice. She knelt and crawled toward him, a chain around her collar marked with the words "little one."
She reached him and knelt once more, her hands bound behind her. She gazed into his dark eyes with her soft brown ones. Damn those eyes-they were his weakness, but he'd never admit it, not in a million years.
"Stay," he commanded, and she responded with, "Yes, daddy."
He turned to his other girls. "Get up," he ordered, and they instantly rose to their feet.
"Leave the room, prepare yourselves, and get ready for the next round," he instructed and glanced at the clock, "In an hour," he ordered, and picked up his boxers.
"Yes, master," they replied, then filed out, as the girl on the bed limped her way out of the room, she headed straight to her own, not having any energy left.
"Looks like Master's about to break Leora," Ashley whispered to Lily, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Well, as long as it's not us," Lily smirked, her eyes gleaming, making Ashley burst into laughter.
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Romansa"Lower your voice, or I'll make sure you're moaning so much that only my cum will be spilling from your mouth, not words." He leaned in, his voice a dangerous whisper. She smirked, her eyes locking with his, full of challenge. "Is that all? I though...
