As Blade refused to unwrap her arms from Alejandro's waist, his anger reached its breaking point, and with simmering anger, he grabbed the gun resting just inches away on the nearby table. When he grabbed the gun, his intention was clear: he aimed to shoot Blade, the source of his anger. But the moment he turned around with lightning speed, his mind, which was overwhelmed by the images and thoughts of Marisa, momentarily played tricks on him.The vivid memory of Marisa which was deeply imprinted in his mind, suddenly overlaid the present reality. Instead of coming across Blade's familiar face when he turned around, he was met with the spectral image of Marisa. His shock was evident and he couldn't believe his own eyes.His grip on the firearm faltered as his confusion deepened. He squeezed his eyes shut, fervently hoping that it was just a trick of his own mind. But when he reopened them, the image of Marisa persisted, refusing to yield to the physical presence of Blade. It was as i
"Now, get ready for it." Alejandro said, and without warning, he parted her legs and drove his cock into her moist honeypot, earning him a loud gasp from her.A loud moan escaped her lips when he bent her into two, making sure her knees were touching her shoulders before plunging his dick into her already moist pussy again.He did brutally this time, pushing it in till tears of pleasure filled her eyes, there's almost too much of him to take. She squeezed around him, and her toes curled instinctively."Go deeper, Alejandro" she moaned, though her pussy was on fire already even without any move from him.The first thrust came immediately, and she let out a scream. She was forced open, and he slid in and out of her pussy faster, a beautiful smile is on his face as he brutalizes her body.There and there, she admitted it that his beauty mystifies her, how someone so dangerous could have the face of an angel. She returned the beautiful smile, and a hard thrust entered her p*ssy, causing he
"I thought I was fucking Marisa? How did blade get here? When did she even get here?" Alejandro thought to himself as he glanced around the room in confusion."That was intense, Alejandro," Blade said, still smiling on the bed.Alejandro stood there, staring at Blade with a perplexed expression. Then it dawned on him that he had been intimate with her. The realization made him so angry that the shocked expression on his face instantly transformed into an angry one."What the fuck are you doing on my bed, Blade? And why are you naked?" Alejandro yelled, his deep voice filled with anger. Even though he had already figured out what happened, he needed confirmation from her, not wanting to believe that he had sex with her and not Marisa.Blade was taken aback and confused by Alejandro's sudden angry outburst. She slowly sat up in the bed, keeping her eyes fixed on him as her feet touched the cool tiled floor."I asked you a question, Blade!" Alejandro yelled, and she nearly flinched. "Why
In the dimly lit, Broadway street of New York City, a yellow taxi cab came to a smooth halt in front of Marisa and Clarabelle's apartment. The soft glow of the streetlamp above cast a warm, amber hue on the taxi as it came to a halt.Marisa elegantly extended her slender hand into the depths of her supple, well-worn leather purse, the material yielding softly to her touch. With a sense of deliberate grace, she retrieved her wallet, fingers brushing against its contours, while the faint scent of aged leather wafted upwards to meet her senses.In a display of measured consideration, Marisa kindly tallied the appropriate fare and a generous token of appreciation, folding the bills with deft precision. These notes were then gently placed into the awaiting palm of the cab driver, his hand extending toward her like an open book of quiet gratitude. A slight, but unmistakably warm, smile curled upon the driver's lips when he saw the tip given to him by Marisa."Goodbye, ma'am. And thanks for
"Hello, sweetheart," Alejandro's greeting resonated with a warm, endearing tone that reverberated through the room. His infectious, disarming grin had taken up residence on his face, stretching from ear to ear and casting a radiant glow upon him.Marisa's astonishment became palpable as her eyes remained fixed, unblinking, on Alejandro's face. A whirlwind of inquiries swirled within her mind, like a storm of confusion. "What is he doing here? How did he even get here? How did he know my house address? Did someone tell him? Has he been stalking me?" These myriad questions raced through Marisa's thoughts, all while her gaze remained firmly affixed to Alejandro's face, paralyzed by shock."You look shocked to see me, Marisa," Alejandro's deep, mellifluous voice abruptly punctuated the tempest of her thoughts.Marisa's astonishment doubled when he mentioned her name, an unexpected revelation. "Wait! He also knows my name? When did I tell him my name?" she pondered, bewildered by this newf
The room was suddenly filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the sound of the fallen bouquet hitting the floor. Marisa suddenly became nervous, and the tension in the air was palpable.Dave, his face a mix of disbelief and hurt, finally managed to find his voice. "Hey, Marisa, you never told me your boyfriend was around," he said, his tone a mixture of hurt and sorrow.Marisa stammered, struggling to come up with an explanation. "He's not my boyfriend, Dave. And it's not what it looks like.""He's not your boyfriend?" Dave asked in confusion."Yes, he's not," Marisa replied, silently hoping that Alejandro wouldn't say anything that would complicate the matter.Alejandro was seething with anger, and when he attempted to speak, the delivery man arrived with the pizza Marisa had ordered.Marisa's heart raced as she heard the doorbell chime, and she saw an opportunity to divert the escalating tension. Without hesitation
The room was filled with a deafening silence after Marisa's deafening slaps. Marisa was still seething with anger and disappointment. Her heart ached at the sudden turn of events, and she felt Alejandro was responsible for it.Alejandro had an indifferent expression on his face even after the hot slaps he received from angry Marisa. He slowly rose from his seat and buried his right hand in his pocket without taking his gaze off Marisa.Jeffrey, the young boy who was blissfully unaware of the intricacies of the adult world, sat there, puzzled by the way Marisa slapped Alejandro. He looked from his mother to Alejandro, his innocent eyes searching for an explanation.Marisa, taking a deep breath, tried to regain her composure. She realized that she needed to have a serious conversation with Alejandro to clear the air. However, the storm that had just erupted between them and the aftermath of her confrontation with Dave still weighed heavily on her mind.The room was still charged with te
A white Lamborghini smoothly glided into the expansive compound of the Gambinos' Empire. As it parked in the luxurious car shed, its powerful engines quieted to a soft hum. Bruno, the loyal driver, promptly stepped out of the car and opened the door for his boss, Alejandro.Alejandro emerged from the vehicle with a lit cigarette in his mouth, wearing a stern expression that sent shivers down the spines of most of his men. He made his way towards the entrance of the central building within the empire. Inside the grand living room, he found his twin brother, Alexandro, comfortably seated on a couch, holding a glass of wine in his right hand and a rolled-up cigarette between his fingers.Formidable-looking men occupied every corner of the room, their massive figures twice the size of an average person, their well-fitted bodies accentuated by their custom-made suits.Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, Alejandro strolled past Alexandro, who was also indulging in a devilish smoke on the