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Namjoon, the feared Mafia king, sat on the bed, his laptop illuminated his face. His wife, Jin, approached him cautiously, her eyes filled with a mixture of love, longing, and submission.
"Are you tired, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper.
Namjoon looked up, closing his laptop and removing his glasses. "Not really," he replied, his tone calm. "I'm just chilling."
Jin scooted closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Can you... ummm... touch me?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Namjoon smiled softly, his expression filled with tenderness. He cupped her face in his hands. "I don't think you can handle me, darling," he replied, his voice gentle. "You're a virgin, and I don't want to hurt you."
Jin bit her lip, her eyes filled with determination. "I can handle it," she insisted. "I'm not as fragile as you think I am."
Namjoon lifted her effortlessly onto his lap, his hands strong and possessive. "We'll see," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You're very light."
Jin blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been craving her husband's touch for so long, her body aching for his attention. She was ready to surrender to him, no matter the consequences.
**Disclaimer:** *The following scene contains explicit content. Viewer discretion is advised.*
Jin cupped Namjoon's face in her delicate hands, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. He looked at her, his expression a mix of amusement and desire.
"Princess, you're playing with fire," he warned. "You won't be able to walk tomorrow morning."
Jin unzipped her nightgown, her body trembling with anticipation. "I don't want to walk tomorrow," she replied, her voice a soft whisper. "Please take me."
Namjoon pinned her to the bed, his body hovering over hers. "Well then, let's go," he said, his voice low and husky.
He kissed her neck and shoulders, his touch gentle yet firm. Jin arched her back, her moans muffled by the pillows. Namjoon kissed her tummy, his lips trailing downward.
He reached for her panties, her body tensing. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"Can I see it?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper.
Jin nodded, her surprise evident. She was used to him taking what he wanted, without asking.
He gently pulled her pink floral panties off, revealing her naked body. Jin immediately spread her legs, her pussy glistening in the dim light.
Namjoon was surprised. Her vagina was so beautiful, a perfect blend of pink and blonde. The clitoris was a delicate shade of pink and blonde, dusted with a layer of natural lubricant.
His eyes darkened with desire. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
