Mafia's son of the cruel boss and an elite prostitute would have never met if not plans of the father of Hyunjin.
The broken life of an angel faced boy who is loved by everyone and lost child of criminal will meet one day, when one sided love will b...
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Felix straddled me, and I noticed he wasn't wearing any pants. I watched as he dipped his fingers into my cum, then guided my hand between his legs. He pushed two of my fingers inside himself, moaning softly as he did. It was graceful, as if he truly desired this. I didn't realize until much later how much of this was an act, how skilled an actor he was. He added a third finger, his angelic face displaying nothing but pure, beautiful expressions that were entirely new to me.
When he finished, his release spilled onto my stomach, the sight almost too realistic.
"Enjoy yourself," Felix whispered, a hint of a smile on his lips.
I smiled as he tried to pull himself together, and this weight taste of his sleeps as we touched again kissing he settle himself on top of my member, slamming himself inside with loud sound that went straight inside of my mouth.
-Enough of a little pretty doll right?
I smiled as they pushed him and now I was on top of him. He didn't expect this move so he smiled or it was more of a smirk as I pushed inside. I knew that I was not good in it because it was my first time but I knew the basics and the thing that he was rolling his eyes behind just made me feel that I'm doing everything alright he was loud and he was not hiding it all, it felt so real. He said that he was really liking it as it was thrusting myself.
The night stretched on as we lost ourselves in each other, the hours slipping away in a haze of intense connection. For a while, it felt like Felix genuinely enjoyed my company, as if my presence brought him some measure of happiness.
Lying together in bed, I gently caressed his head, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. He seemed on the verge of falling asleep on my chest, and in that quiet moment, it felt oddly comforting.
"How did you end up here?" I asked softly.
Felix's voice was a mere whisper. "I don't really remember much. I know I was an orphan, and I don't know where I came from or who my family was. All I know is that a woman took me in, gave me a home."
"Do you like it here?" I inquired.
"I don't know any other life," he replied. "I've been here as long as I can remember."
Curiosity got the better of me. "What was your first client like?"
He looked at me, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes. "It was your father. He bought my virginity for the highest price at the salon."
The revelation hit me like a cold wave. I felt a deep sadness, an unsettling realization that my father's influence extended even to this intimate part of my life. It was as though he wanted to control every aspect of my existence, even the experiences I should have had on my own. I was left feeling uneasy and conflicted. Felix, sensing the shift, offered a bittersweet smile. "I hope you enjoyed the night. It might be best if we don't see each other again."
