His thumb slid into my plump hole already dripping with his c*m when Marco’s phone buzzed on the desk. I lay sprawled on the wide leather couch, naked, covered in sweat and drying c*m, my hole still twitching and leaking his thick loads. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Marco stood over me, his massive c**k still half-hard and glistening, a satisfied smirk on his face. He answered the call without bothering to cover himself.
“What?” His voice was calm, commanding. “They’re downstairs looking for me? Tell them to come up. All of them. Now.”
He hung up and looked down at me, hazel eyes dark with fresh hunger. “My capos are here to discuss business. Seems they’ve been waiting. You’re going to help me entertain them tonight, ragazzo. The debt just got more interesting.”
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