“Swallow, Padré’s filthy little w***e,” Vincent growled, his hips still pumping as he flooded Janet's throat with c*m. “Take it all. Don’t you dare waste a single f*****g drop of your daddy’s cum.”
So much for holding out for her cunt. Her young throat just felt so amazing that Vincent couldn't help spraying the back of it with ropes of c*m.
The tight, wet heat of her throat still milking him greedily humbled him for a moment. He hadn’t expected her to feel that good. No other woman ever had.
His orgasm hit harder than he wanted to admit, thick pulses of c*m shooting down her throat while his thighs tensed and a low, reluctant groan escaped him.
Little b***h.
How dare she make him c*m before he f****d her virginity away?
Unperturbed by the mafia king's lack of awareness of their
