Salvatore DiMarco
The nerve of that woman! I wanted to burn the Deveraux house to the ground. I swore that I would never call my uncle to do a dirty deed, but this time I was a second away from dialing the number of the man I had worked my entire life to step away from.
My pride and dignity were nothing; I saw red, and I needed that woman to pay for every tear my wife shed. Thankfully, God gave me Sienna to diffuse the anger and turn it into fire and passion. Instead of focusing on what the woman said, and made her feel… she diverted my attention with a glorious blowjob. She was tempest and calm… she was fire and ice… she was strength and weakness. She is mine, and her own person, and I love her for being just that, her.
After that soothing bath, we got dressed in comfortable clothes
