The Mafia's Slutty Wife

"Do you realize how incredibly beautiful you are, Serena?" he murmured, his lips continuing their trail across her neck. "Could any precious gem on earth compare to your radiance?" Serena softly asked, her eyes closed and a hint of breathlessness in her voice. "You're quite the charmer," she sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone. "But I suppose you don't mean it just to flatter." "Not at all, my dear," he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. "I speak the truth." Damon suddenly grasped the strap of her gown, tearing it to reveal a glimpse of her breast and peaking nipple. Before she could protest, he captured her nipple between his lips, leaving her momentarily speechless. She drew in a sharp breath as sensations overwhelmed her, her toes curling involuntarily, and her hands instinctively guided his head, encouraging his tender ministrations. As he switched to her other nipple, she gasped, her glazed eyes fluttering open. "Please...be quiet," he commanded, his gaze locked onto hers as he teased her with both lips and fingers. Serena's mind reeled, feeling as if she were drowning in desire. Damon's touch had an enchanting effect, his arousal pressing against her already湿润 core. She instinctively opened herself, her soaked panties a testament to her escalating passion. His hand now glided over her thighs, sensually exploring her inner thighs before reaching her most intimate area. He lifted his face, meeting her eyes, and smiled at the raw expression of pleasure etched on her face.