Page 73 of Mafia Toy

Laila shakily unzipped her purse and rummaged around for her raspberry-colored lipstick. After she pulled it out of her bag, I tossed the purse onto the ground.

“WriteProperty of the Burattisacross your dirty little toy’s pussy.”

While I pounded into Sage, Laila drew the bright pink lipstick across Sage’s pussy, following my orders. I gripped Sage’s thighs harder, spreading them further so I could pound myself deeper into her.

When Laila finished, she set the lipstick on the counter and slipped her hand over Sage’s leg and rubbed her clit in small circles. “You’re ours,” Laila said, moving closer to Sage to kiss her on the mouth, their tongues tangling together. “We own you. Say it.”

Sage tightened around me. “Y-you own me.”

“Again,” I growled.

“You own me.”

“Louder,” Laila said.

“You own me!” Sage cried, her pussy exploding around me. She jerked her legs up, her entire body trembling on the porcelain sink countertop. She gripped the edges of it. “You own me. You own me. You own me!”

Once she came down from her orgasm, I pulled out of her and stepped back, taking my wife by the hair and pushing her to her knees.

“We might own her, doll, but I own you,” I growled, slipping my dick into her mouth when she opened like a good girl for me. “I’m your fucking god.”

Laila wrapped her full lips around my dick, bobbing her head back and forth wildly. “Give me your cum,” she murmured once she pulled away for air, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. She sucked my balls into her mouth, stroking me and staring up into my eyes. “Please.”

I grunted each time her small hand traveled up my shaft, tightening around it. Then, I snatched the lipstick from the counter and grabbed her chin, tilting it upward and writingDump cum hereon her throat.

“Open your mouth, doll,” I ordered.

As she opened her mouth, I drew an arrow from the pink lipstick on her throat to her pouty mouth and shoved myself deep into her throat, watching the way the lipstick and words on her neck bulged from my cock.

While my dick was deep inside her, I handed the lipstick to Sage.

“What do you want me to do with this?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Make my wife pretty.”

After she pressed her thighs together, Sage hopped off the sink and crouched in front of Laila. She gently took Laila’s chin from me and twisted the bottom of the stick so she’d have some lipstick to work with. Then, she placed it on Laila’s forehead.

Slut.

I grunted, my cock throbbing inside of Laila’s mouth. “Tell my wife what you wrote.”

“Slut,” Sage whispered, brow furrowing as she watched me thrust my dick in and out of Laila’s mouth.

Spit and drool rolled down her chin, decorating her full tits. Her warm mouth squeezed my cock.

“Repeat it, doll.”

“Slut,” Laila gargled on me. “I’m a slut. I’m a slut. I’m a—”

I exploded inside her mouth. She widened her eyes and gently pushed on my thighs, but I didn’t pull away. I kept my dick in her mouth until every last drop of cum dripped out of my balls and into my wife.

When I finally pulled back, I leaned against the chipped tiled wall. Laila leaned over on her hands and stared up at me, her pretty face ruined, flushed and dripping with spit, my cum in her mouth and pooling around her tongue.

Sage moved closer to her, cupped her chin, and tilted Laila’s face toward her, kissing my wife right on the mouth. I grunted again, my balls growing warm and heavy. I wrapped my hand around my wet dick and stroked it a couple more times.

Sex with Laila before Sage had been amazing, but this was fucking phenomenal.

“God,” I growled, “I fucking love how dirty you girls are.”

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