Page 72 of Mafia Toy

Constantino continued to pound his fingers into us, his mouth on our bodies until we both came down from our orgasm. Then, he stood back up, his dick raging hard, and moved between our legs.

He smacked his hand against our clits. “Arch your back, Laila. We’re not done.”

Laila whimpered against me but arched her back hard again, her lips millimeters from mine. He seized her hips from behind and began pounding into her tight cunt, slamming his cock into her pussy over and over. Every time he thrust, she brushed her lips against mine, moaning into and kissing on me.

Again, he brought her to another orgasm and tipped her over the edge. And when he was done using her, he shoved his cum-covered cock into my dripping pussy. She sat back up and bucked her hips back and forth against my clit.

“Take my husband’s big cock,” she murmured, seizing my nipples and tugging.

Pleasure shooting through my body again, I arched my back and came hard for a second time tonight. He continued to pound into me, and for a moment, I thought he was going to fill me up again.

But then he pulled out and tugged Laila and me to our knees at his feet.

“Open your mouths,” Constantino ordered, grunting and stroking himself.

While we both had our mouths wide open, he came all over our faces instead, completely missing our lips and decorating our forehead, eyes, and cheeks with his thick load of cum. I blinked my eyes a couple of times, a salty strand lying across my lid.

Over the sound of waves crashing against the boat, I heard shuffling from a room on the upper deck. My cheeks flushed. God, I could only imagine what kind of show Vincent, Riccardo, and the other guards had just witnessed.

Laila licked her lips and grabbed Constantino’s hand to stand up on the yacht. She tugged me up after her and headed toward the bathroom, but Constantino captured her waist.

“No cleaning off. I’m taking you girls out like this.” He pulled him to her and dipped his head into the crook of her neck. “Your punishment isn’t over. You get to walk around town with your faces drenched in my thick load tonight.”

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We walked upto Luca’s, the dirtiest bar I could find in the area for my filthy little sluts. Laila and Sage walked together beside me, Laila’s arm looped around Sage’s, both their eyes wide with excitement and my cum decorating their pretty faces.

When I opened the door, a cloud of smoke drifted out from the inside. After I gestured for them to enter, I followed them into the smoky room. Stripper poles stood in the center of the bar with cheap dancers dressed in raggedy clothes.

While we never attended places so run-down, neither Laila nor Sage seemed to mind. If Laila were with Bethany the Bitch, she wouldn’t dare step into a bar this disgusting, but she was here with me and Sage tonight, being my good little whore.

Older men looked over at my girls, who had my cum all over their faces, checking them out, like all the guys in the city did. I should’ve been a jealous bastard, like the rest of the family men were over their women, but I knew these girls were going home with me.

And only me.

My cum was on them, like a savage territorial mark.

I slipped onto a barstool between Laila and Sage, my hands on their thighs, and motioned for the waiter. He walked over to us, placing three glasses on the bar in front of us and nodding at me like I had won the fucking lottery.

“Get us three of whatever your specials are tonight,” I said. “You girls are filthy,” I murmured in their ears, drawing them closer to me once he walked away.

A drop of my cum ran down Sage’s cheek to her mouth, and she licked her lips clean and swallowed. My cock hardened inside my suit pants again, and before the waiter could even come back with our drinks, I pushed out my seat, took them both, and found the restroom.

I knew that I wouldn’t last an hour tonight with them like this.

After I shoved them into the small, dirty bathroom, I locked the door and unbuckled my belt. Laila pressed Sage against the sink, her hands traveling across our toy’s body and her mouth on Sage’s neck.

Sage tugged on the straps of my wife’s dress, yanking them down her shoulders and letting her tits bounce out of it. Sage slipped onto the sink and spread her legs, letting my wife finger her tight hole. I arched Laila’s back and stepped behind her while she ate Sage’s pussy, slamming myself into her, their moans getting lost together.

Laila pulled up and stared at me through the mirror, thumb brushing against Sage’s swollen clit and fingers buried deep inside her. “Fuck her,” she whispered, brows drawn together. “Please, come inside her.”

Groaning, I pounded into my wife for a couple more thrusts. I’d fuck Sage now, but Laila was getting my cum tonight. Sage had had it yesterday. But my wife … she seemed desperate—her pussy had tightened on me when she said it.

After I pulled out of her, I moved between Sage’s legs and slipped into her.

“Take your lipstick out of your purse,” I growled.

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