The bed creaked and moved, its hinges shifting rapidly as the man and woman on top of the bed screamed in pleasure.
Vicky’s hands were wrapped around Lucien’s shoulders, her eyes widened in both delight and pain. Lucien’s large members kept on pushing inside her, the surprising girth making her feel more pleasure than she had ever had.
Her mind was blank, her face sweaty, her pulse racing as she kept on moving in sync with her partner in bed. This was the fourth time in a row that they had had s*x, and Vicky was beginning to realize that the mafia lord, Lucien Drake, was far different from any man she had ever known.
“I’m about to cum.” Vicky screamed, her long fingers digging deeper into Lucien’s shoulders, drawing blood and staining the bedsheets again.
“Harder, harder. HARDER.”
