I reached between her thighs and found that her pussy was dripping wet. My cock throbbed as I felt her juices coat my fingers and heard her moan at th...e contact.Katie rolled off the bed and stood, quickly yanking my jeans and underwear from me. I was left to pull off my own socks as she discarded her skirt. She pushed me down onto my back and knelt between my thighs, her green eyes shining brightly, as she gently stood my cock up with her hand and took me in her mouth. I groaned in delight as. His parents were killed in a mafia war and Don Mateo took him in. He became known as Butcher Vecoli as when he had a fight with someone they usually ended losing a limb.The last person in the room was the most important person to Don Mateo. She was his confidant as well as his part-time lover. She was his Consigliere, Isabella Rosilini. She was, as always under his desk sucking him off.One thing the soldiers and the associates did not know about Don Mateo was his tendency to get angry and. Larry jumped in and helped me make it happen. I felt he got too involved and it was quickly turning into another Larry Mitchell project, instead of a Faith Mitchell one. I had just wanted to rent space in an available building nearby, but Larry bought the entire building.When I tried to talk to him about my plans and goals for the gallery, he started guilting me, by pointing out how it would cut into “our time.” He said, “I love being with you all of the time. Our time together is the most. .well, it sort of made me wet. I shoved my hand down my thongs (long story, party last night) and felt my pussy. I gasped. It was fucking wet. My pussy was like a bowl, and it held all of my sticky pre-cum. I took my finger out and licked it. Salty and sweet.I nearly ripped off my skinny jeans. I took off my shirt until all I wore were the thongs. I locked the door, plopped onto my bed, and made sure my thick blanket was wrapped around me. It was all fluffy and poofed up, and I felt.