Page 44 of Mafia Toy

More. I wanted more.

“Just like that, princess,” he growled. “Ride my fucking fingers like a slut.”

Tightening around him, I began bouncing up and down on his fingers. I used my grip on the tub to pull myself up further until I could seize his shoulders again and gain steady footing in the water. When I did, I wrapped my arms around him and thrust up and down on his fingers. Pressure rose in my core.

“Call me a slut again,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“You’re a filthy slut,” Constantino said, thumb rubbing my clit and driving me wild.

“P-please, don’t stop,” I cried. “It feels so good.”

“Tell me what you want,” he said, wrapping his free arm around my waist to hold me closer. “Tell me what my dirty little slut wants.”

“She wants to come. Please, let me come!”

Constantino pulled his thumb off my clit and his fingers out of my pussy, stuffing them into my mouth. I hungrily wrapped my lips around them and sucked off the wetness, my pussy pulsing in the water, aching to be filled by his huge cock.

“Please,” I mumbled on his fingers, my words muffled. “Please, fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck your little whore hole?” he asked, pulling me on top of him so his dick lined up with my entrance. “You want me to fill you all the way up until your pussy milks out every last drop of my cum?”

“Y-yes,” I begged.

Constantino slammed his cock into me, hands on my hips to hold me down so every single inch of him would fit. A moan escaped my lips, the heat rising in my core.

I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders and whimpered into his ear. “God, yes!”

A wave of pleasure rushed over me, and I clenched. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugged it to the side, and placed his hot mouth all over the column of my neck. I bounced up and down on his cock, tightened each time I did, moans escaping my mouth.

“God, sluts like you ride dick so fucking well,” he growled against me. “Beg for my cum.”

“Please, give me it,” I whimpered, about to explode around him. “Please, Constantino, fill up my tight hole. I need it so badly.”

“Fuck,” Constantino grunted, slamming my hips down on his cock and forcing me still.

I whined and dug my fingers into his shoulders. “P-please … don’t stop. I want your cum in my pussy!”

He popped his thumb into my mouth for me to suck. “I think I’d rather decorate your face with it and make you even prettier.”

I clenched around him.

“Your desperate little pussy seems to like that.”

“Please, cover my face,” I whimpered. “All over. My eyes, nose, mouth. Make me pretty.”

“Make you pretty?” he grunted, pulling out of me and shuffling around in the water. He stood up in the bathtub, the water and suds rolling down his muscular body. He wrapped his hand around his cock. “Come here. Open that whore mouth of yours.”

I moved closer to him until my breasts pressed against his thighs, and then I opened my mouth. He gripped a handful of my hair to keep me in place. I stuck out my tongue, flicking it against his balls and making him groan.

“Play with that desperate pussy,” he ordered.

Dropping a hand between my thighs, I rubbed my clit. Pressure rose in my core. I massaged it over and over and over, brow furrowing and thighs beginning to tremble underneath the water. I needed it so badly.

“You come when I come. Understand?” he asked. “No sooner.”

“Yes, I understand,” I heaved out, breath hitching. “Please, I’m so close.”

“I don’t care where my cum lands on your face,” he said. “Keep your eyes open the entire time. Sluts like you should know how to take it. Youaremy dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

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