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79. Teasing The Mafia Don

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Then I said softly, pouting, “I am so wet…’ His face was a picture of pure undiluted lust as his eyes raked my body.

I dimpled lightly and said,

"Look my shirt, is sticking to me!"

At that moment, I swallowed; my Mafia Don looked dangerous. Was I doing the right thing? For Lucien looked like a man who had been offered a seven-course dinner, his face flushed with desire as he stared, his greedy eyes devouring my rock-hard, firm nipples.

Breaking the spell deliberately, I sighed in a husky voice, full of longing,

‘Next time, could you get vanilla ice cream? Please? I love the creaminess…’

And I slowly licked my lips, swirling the tip of my tongue over my full lips, as he watched, breathing hard, his eyes flinty slits.

The look on his face was priceless.

‘Hmm…I need to get out of these wet clothes.’

I went on pleasantly.

Grinning mischievously, I stretched my arms above my neck, drawing his attention to the dark triangle between my thighs as the shirt I was wearing, rode up.
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