Proserpina

My mafia don was like an animal in heat as he took me that day. All the pent up frustration he had been holding back, erupted fiercely. He did not hurt me, there was no deliberate violence, but he was rough. Not uncaring, never. He made sure that I was also experiencing pleasure, using his hands and mouth to transport me to exquisite heights.

But I could sense something more, a need to prove something. Prove what, I thought wildly as he made fierce love to me, stamping ...