Amore

I chuckle darkly, "So wet for me, you dirty little slut." She looked at me then with those ocean eyes , but didn't say anything. I didn't remove my fingers, just grazing her pussy softly from the fabric.

I see her round tits perfectly fitting in my hand. I softly molded it, her soft moans can be heard. God, Her moans.

I bend down and kissed the swell of her breasts. Sucking the skin there " mmmm... Mr.-"

"Marco." I told her.

"Marco..." She moaned my name.

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What happens when the Italian mafia boss meets a mere employee at a studio he went for a talk show.

Or is she something else? Who knows.

Marco Vitiello and Kalila Roslyn.

Let's see if this meeting will lead them to hell or heaven.