Mafia Toy

Closing my eyes, I sank into the mattress and moaned softly, my hand laced in her hair.

“What do we have here?” Constantino asked.

I sucked in a surprised breath and snapped my eyes open. Constantino walked into the room, tugging off his tie, his gaze shifting from me to Laila who had pulled back from my cunt to look at her husband.

“Go back to eating her cunt, doll,” Constantino commanded, unbuttoning his shirt, his dark eyes back on me. “I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you.”

I laid back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit.

Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself