Isadora sobbed against the marble floor, c*m dripping from her lips, her t**s streaked with Dominicâs thick, hot seed.
Her legs trembled, her p***y a wet, aching, swollen mess beneath the barely-there leather.
Dominic stood over her, fisting his heavy c**k, still slick with spit and c*m, a cruel smirk slicing across his face.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her upright with brutal ease.
âYou thought you could humiliate me, huh, Principessa?â he hissed.
âYou thought you could call my c**k small and f*****g walk away?â
He jerked her hair harder, forcing her to stumble backward against the bed.
âPensavi che il mio cazzo fosse piccolo? (You thought my c**k was small?)â he sneered.
âGuarda quanto ÃĻ piccolo mentre ti sfonda la fottuta gola, troia. (Look how small it is while i
