The Mafia's Playdoll.
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“No panties,” he murmured. “Good girl.” “I didn’t do it for you.” His fingers moved, slow and precise, parting my legs with quiet ownership. “Your body did.” I moaned, hating the way it felt when he found the center of my Clits and circled it like a threat. He bent me forward over the chaise, no words. Just a low command: “Stay.” I froze, nails digging into the velvet. He lifted the hem of the dre...

















































