Making The Mafia Don’s Milfy Wife Your Bondage Slut!

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Oh, my head. I guess I drank more than I thought last night. Drinking alone.

Again. Or, not. Hiya, doll.

Wait a minute. Oh, my God. Is this a kidnapping? A hostage situation? Oh, you have no idea how much I've needed this.

It's just you, right? I mean, I wouldn't mind more, but two is company, and, well, we can always invite more later. For now, you are more than enough.

Hmm? What's that? Worried? Why would I be worried? This is the excitement I'm in need of.

You would think being the wife of a mafiadon would grant me a life of luxury. That I'd have anything I'd ever want or need. And, to an extent, you'd be right.

When we were young, we had all of that. We would buy whatever we wanted, go wherever we wanted, share anybody we wanted. But, now that he's head of the family, it's all about the next job.

About amassing more and more wealth. Wealth we won't even get to spend if he's so busy. I hardly get to see him these days.

At least, not alone. Yet, he throws money my way constantly. Acting like that will satisfy me.

What's that old adage? Money can't buy happiness? Trust me, it's the truth, which is why I will savor this moment.

Even if you mean to harm me, it certainly is more exciting than drinking myself to sleep again. So, you devil of a man, what heinous acts will you conduct on me? What torture awaits me if my husband does not pay you? What? What do you mean, nothing? My dear, dear captor, don't you know how hostage situations work, doll? Without the threat of harm, how will my husband feel any urgency? Oh, so you're telling him you'll harm me if he takes too long, but you don't actually intend to harm me?

My, how kind of you, my captor. You are no simple thug. No, you are a gentleman thief.

A professional. Come to think of it, I do remember you, doll. You worked for my husband in the past.

Freelance. What was your nickname? Don't tell me.

I'll think of it. That's it. You're Jackpot, right? How could I forget? They say you're good luck.

That somehow things always go your way. And that you get lucky. A lot.

Well, congrats, tiger. You just hit the jackpot. You won't find much better company than me.

Even as a hostage. Even when I'm trapped in these ropes. Oh, they're so tight.

Whatever will I do? Oh, no, no, no. Keep them how they are.

It's only right that I be punished. My big bad hubby should have paid you what you're owed. Now I must pay the price.

I'll ask again. What are you going to do to me? I bet you just want to rip it off of me.

Money may be what you're after, but why not get a little extra? He owes you interest. Am I right? So take me.

Do whatever you want with me to pay for my foolish husband. I couldn't refuse you while I'm tied up like this. Not that I would anyway.

I hit the jackpot today, too. So come on, let's both get what we want. Oh, yes.

That's it, doll. Take it. Take what you're owed.

And give me what my husband won't. Oh, yes. Your hands all over me.

Gentle and rough when they need to be, depending on the situation you're in. You're rather adaptable, aren't you, doll? Well, don't go gentle on my account.

I can take it rough. In fact, I prefer it. So what's the first thing you want to do? Oh, wow.

You're packing heat, aren't you? Jackpot, indeed. Oh, I'm waiting, smooth criminal.

I'm here on my knees waiting. Oh, so. ..

Oh, fuck. This day is really starting to go my way. Don't stop on my account.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. You practically skipped the normal blowjob and went straight to face-fucking.

How exciting. That feels great, doesn't it doll? But let's slow down for a minute.

Slap my cheek with that cock. That's good, jackpot. Now, keep that cock right there and I'm going to bob my head up and down like this.

You like that? Nice and slow. When was the last time you had a milk smell? Slide up and down your cock.

Probably not too long ago, considering you're such a charmer. Oh, fuck. I felt you shiver.

You like that eye contact? Oh, thank you. You have some pretty eyes yourself, handsome.

Now, look deeply into mine as I take you down my throat. Slowly at first. And now, I'll speed up.

Come whenever you want. You're my captor, after all. You decide what happens and when.

Go ahead. Come for me. Come down my throat.

Take what you're owed. Yeah? You like that, doll? How's that for your first payment? Perhaps I should come every month for a monthly installment.

Oh, you like that idea? I do too. Money simply isn't enough to make up for how my crook of a husband robbed you.

Now, my captor, surely you are not satisfied yet. I can see your cock hardening again already. I should count my lucky stars.

So, what's next? No, no, no. Don't remove the ropes.

It's more fun this way. Oh, you picked me up like I weigh nothing. Where are we going, doll? Is that a sex swing? What, did you run out of meat hooks or chains? Oh, that's actually why.

I guess you know how to improvise. No, that's just fine by me. Are you sure you didn't plan to do stuff with me? Uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that, doll. Well, go on.

Hoist me up, big boy. My, my. I've never tried this before, and my husband and I used to be quite adventurous.

Well, I guess I have you now. Go ahead. Fuck me, jackpot.

Oh, that's right. Oh, fuck. Oh, that's good.

Oh, that's it. Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Oh, grab my hips and pull me onto your cock. Oh, that's so good. I'm completely at your mercy like this.

Oh, my arms and legs bound, held high in the air. You like turning your former employer's wife into your own personal sex doll? Oh, I know I do.

Oh, fuck. Oh, that got you going, huh? Oh, that's right.

Fuck, yes. Mm-hmm. You are slamming that monster cock into me so fucking deep.

I can't get enough of you. Use me for as long as you like. Mm-hmm.

Part of me hopes my husband never pays you back. Then I'll be all yours, won't I? That monthly payment plan I mentioned is starting to sound pretty good right now, huh? Oh, you know, my husband is such a crook.

I bet he'd be okay with it. My pussy as your payment means he doesn't have to spend a dime. Oh, that bastard rarely ever fucks me these days anyway.

But that wouldn't be fair. You deserve both. Hell, I feel like I'm getting paid here.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Flipping me over into doggy style.

Oh, that's it. Right there. Right there.

Oh, shit. Oh, you brute. No.