𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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❝𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸'𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.❞
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ONE MONTH LATER
One of my favorite ways to start the morning is by burying my face between my fiancée's legs.
My favorite part is when I leave her a whimpering mess after she comes on my tongue.
Desiree tugs on my hair and brings me up her body. Her arms wrap around my neck, softly moaning against my mouth as she kisses me.
"We can't keep doing this under your parents's roof, Dominic," she mumbles as I bring her on top of me. "It's incredibly inappropriate."
There she goes with that word again.
I desperately want to fuck it out of her.
"There's no harm done so long as you keep your moans to a minimum," I say. "You had a bit of trouble with that last night."
Desiree's cheeks turn red. "You made it impossible for me to stay quiet."
I remember quite well.
I put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet while I fucked her pussy last night. When that didn't work, I flipped her over, brought her tight ass in the air, and buried her face in the pillow to drown her moans out.
"Can I do something?" she asks, sitting up and sliding my shirt on herself.
"You can do whatever you want."
Desiree smiles as she climbs off my bed and walks to her suitcase. She bends down, rummages through her suitcase, and pulls out a pack of markers.
Interesting.
"Can I color in your tattoos?"
"Have at it," I answer. "Do you want to start on my arms? Chest? Back? Maybe my neck?"
