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Mobster’s MollFor tardust.Mobster’s MollNew York City.1922.It’s a mild late Summer evening in the Bronx.The sun has just set, casting a purple glow in the clear sky. The stars struggle to shine through the dense city smog.A young lady walks through the dangerous grime-ridden streets alone.She’s rather unconventionally wearing a barbershop-style white buttoned shirt, with black and red striped sleeve garters on the arms, and a thin pencil black tie. And instead of a dress, she’s wearing dark grey zoot-suit trousers. The only feminine dress sense she wears can be found on her feet – black dress heels.On her head sits a black bowler hat with red trim, sitting atop her thick curly black hair.Her pretty face is pale white, with pink rosy cheeks, and black lipstick, with dark smokey eye-shadow over her big brown eyes.She walks with a swagger of supreme confidence. A violin leather case in her hands, and a single rose in her other hand.Her bright red painted fingernails clasps the stem of the rose delicately.She turns a corner, and walks up to a group of roughly suited gentleman who are sitting around on the stone steps outside a notorious clubhouse.”Hey, yo, whadda we got here?”One of the men sits up to attention at the beauty walking towards them, his accent thick with Italiano tones.The other men also turn their heads to look, stopping their game of dominoes to stare.She continues to walk towards them.”Ya got a name, toots?”He asks with a slimy grin, his sliminess only matched by his greasy slicked-back jet black hair.”You couldn’t afford my name.”She smirks as she slows her pace down.”Is that so? Why don’t you come here an’ sit ya posteriore on my knee and give me a slice? Maybe I’ll pay ya.”His lip twists into a curl.”Oh I’ll give ya a slice. A slice across your face when I cut you!”She sneers with a devilish grin.”Hey! Yo! What’s with the threats? I just want to get to know ya.”He stands to his feet, throwing his cigarette to the side onto the sidewalk.”You ain’t man enough to know me.”She narrows her eyes as she smirks.”Hey! Whaddaya mean?! I’m more man than you can handle, ragazza!”He turns to share a greasy chuckle with his friends.”I doubt that. I’ve seen little girls with bigger balls than you.”She’s now standing still, just a few feet away from the steps.”Hey! Yo! Why you gotta bust my balls for, huh?!”His smirk suddenly turns to anger.”Bust ’em? Looks to me like they’ve already been busted long before I arrived on the scene!”She scoffs.”Cagna cazzo! Talk like that to me, I don’t know whether I should shoot ya or just slap my salami across ya face!”He threatened as he moved the lapel of his jacket, revealing a 38. calibre pistol attached on his waist holster.”Oh please, shoot me! At least I’d feel it. It wouldn’t even tickle me if you tried to touch me with your little chipolata!”She continued to taunt.”Fu l’inferno, questa figlia di una puttana!”He muttered angrily to himself,”Check out the palle on this one!”He started laughing, as did his mates.”Yes, well, you going to be a good little grunt and show me to your boss?”She asked.”He would just die to meet a crazy broad like you!”He stated through his wheezy chuckles.”I count on it.”She grinned.He turned his back on her, and knocked a musical knock on the thick heavy door. Clearly the knock was a password, as a small barred hatch opened, with just a pair of dark eyes behind it. The hatch then closed, and the door opened with a loud metallic thud.The greasy goon walked in, declaring loudly,”Hey, yo! Boss! You have got to come see this crazy dame!”A few moments passed, as the women waited on the steps. The other grunts out on the steps with her kept eyeing her up like a pack of hungry wolves.”Come on in.”The greasy goon finally appeared again at the doorway, and invited her in.She walked up the steps, and into the building.No wonder they had such tight security, as inside the building was a clubhouse, with gambling tables and a pretty swanky bar serving alcohol.At the head table, clearly sat the boss of this outfit.He had his back to her, and was surrounded by right-hand men, and a couple of flapper-dress wearing gals.They were all playing cards, with cash being thrown around the place.She confidently strode over to the table.”So you run this 2-bit joint, huh?”She asked as she reached the table.”Depends who’s asking. You that broad Sal was going on about?”He took a swig from his drink.”Don Tarino?,”His ears pricked up as she said his name,”I got a gift for you.”She threw the rose down in front of him. The stem landed in his drink.He looked up from his cards, and turned his head towards her.His jaw opened, dropping his cigar onto the green felt of the table.Her eyes opened wide at him.She could feel her irises dilating.”My, my, you are a gift indeed…!”He blurted out.”Oh… I’m not the gift…”She lifted the leather violin case up, trying to keep her mind on the job at hand.”No? Well I’m not much for playing music…”His eyes glanced down towards the violin case in her hands.For some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off him.There was just something about him…He was tall, and built like a linebacker. Even while sat down, he had such a magnetic aura about him.He was dressed to the nines in a fancy tailored 3-piece pinstriped suit.”This… This is for you…”She flicked the buckles open on the case, and dropped it onto the table.The case hit the table with a thud, and sprung open.Revealing inside, a beautiful sleek Tommy Gun.”For me? Oh, you shouldn’t have! I love it!”He gushed as he picked it up out of the case, and studied it in his big hands.”Oh, no, um, it’s not the gun… The gift… Um, it’s inside… The gun…”She found herself stumbling over her words as she continued staring at him.”Wait? Are you trying to say…?”He stopped looking at the gun, and studied her face instead.She just plainly stared back at him, infatuated.”Oh sweetheart, please, sit down.”He pushed off a goon sat on a stool beside him, and offered the seat to her.She sat down on it, without taking her eyes off him.They both continued staring at each other.”Tell me, honestly… You were meant to shoot me with the gun, wasn’t you?”He asked her, leaning his face in slightly closer to hers.”…Maybe.”She spoke, her expression never changing.”Well, if it’s any consolation, if I had to be shot by anybody, I couldn’t think of a more beautiful dame to be shot by than you.”He flirted.”I’d have done it real clean too. One bullet between your lovely eyes… Quick… Painless…”She admitted.”Oh I bet you’re a real artist with a Tommy.”He winked with a smile.”The best you’d never see…”Her pretty mouth stretched into a devilish grin.”It’s a gift, from Don Nessuno.””Is that a fact? Well he’s very generous, sending me a lovely rose, a beautiful Tommy gun, and a simply divine courier…”He took her hand in his, and kissed the back of her hand,”I shall have to send him a ‘thank you’ card for these fine gifts.””I’d gladly send him a message from you…”She winked as he held his lips to her hand.”Tell me, does beauty have a name?”He asked.”Ann… Ann Gelika.”She warmly fluttered her eyelashes at him.The lives of these two souls were never the same after that encounter.Ann Gelika quit the gun-for-hire business, and joined up with Don Tarino’s gang, as his moll.They would carry out daring bank-robberies across the neighbouring states, from as close as New Jersey, to farther afield as Connecticut. But they would always return to their base in the Bronx.Any other gang trying to muscle in or block their path, would be met with swift action. Usually, this would result in Don Tarino driving a Rolls Royce Twenty past a bunch of rival goons hangout spots, while Ann Gelika would tunceli escort be standing on the side step/wheel arch while blazing her Tommy Gun at the poor saps, laughing hysterically as she gunned them down.Members of Tarino’s gang could only look on in spiteful envy at how much they were getting shown up by this broad.Within 6 months of her appearance, Tarino’s gang went from a 2-bit operation, into a full-scale city-wide outfit. They controlled everything, from boot-legging alcohol and loan-sharking, to extortionate protection rackets. Every other mafia family in the city faced a simple choice: Either pay a 80% cut of all their business dealings (both legitimate and illegal) to Tarino, or face a visit from “The Thorny Rose” (as Ann Gelika started to be known as by the press).If anyone in power tried to shut his operation down, all it would take was a bribe to shut them up. If they refused to take the bribe, Ann Gelika would shut them up instead. Permanently.Don Tarino swiftly became the richest crime boss in history.It was said that even Rockefeller went to him for a loan!He upgraded his gang’s hangout spot, to the top floor of a fancy new skyscraper, right in the heart of the financial district.It was there where he held his most notorious of parties…The party was in full swing, literally-speaking, as a big band was playing the latest in swing music. Everyone was dressed in their finest of evening wear. Tuxedos and spats. The women were dressed equally as fancy in the most expensive of dresses. All of them were drinking cocktails and martinis. And most were on the shiny dance floor, swinging away.None were more fancy-looking though, than Don Tarino himself, and his right-hand woman and moll, Ann Gelika.He was dressed in a $10,000 3-piece tuxedo, imported from Italy.She was wearing an expensive Chanel black dress, with a mink scarf and pearls around her neck and wrists.When they entered the room, fashionably late, of course, everyone stopped to gawk in awe at them.They was drinking, and laughing, rubbing shoulders with high-ranking politicians, and low-life criminals alike. Although, honestly, the criminals and the politicians were very hard to distinguish apart.Everyone was having a good time, apart from one person…”Hey, Sal! Wipe that sourpuss face off your head, and fetch me another drink.”Ann Gelika ordered the greasy goon, with a big grin on her face.He grumbled something under his breath at her. Obviously whatever he said wasn’t a compliment.”What was that?”She questioned him as he refused to budge.”I said, I’m busy. Go fetch it yourself.”He defied her, as he took another swig from his champagne bottle.”…A simple, ‘no’ would have sufficed.”She chuckled.”What’s the matter?”Don Tarino asked, who was standing near to them.”Nothing, boss.”Sal replied and started to move over to the bar.A couple minutes later, Sal walked back over to Ann, who was holding Tarino’s arm and flirting with him.”Here. Don’t choke on it.”He handed her a Martini, complete with an olive on a fancily sculptured toothpick.”I guess your mother never taught you any manners, huh?”She giggled as she took the drink out of his hand.”Hey, I brought you your drink. I’m not going to kiss your bottino as well.”He stated, his eyes narrowed at her.”That’s OK. I’d need at least another 20 of these before I’d let you anywhere near to kissing it.”She narrowed her eyes back at him, while smirking.She went to take a sip of the drink, when she noticed something off with it.Floating in the centre of it, was a small mound of bubbly froth.”Erm, what’s in this drink?”She questioned him.”Piss. Whadda ya think’s in a Martini? …Dumb broad.”He scoffed as he turned to walk away.”Now hold up! No one talks to her like that around me!”Tarino interjected, grabbing Sal’s arm, stopping him from walking away.”Sorry, boss. You know I respect you.”Sal was quick to apologise to him.”Oh? But you don’t respect li’l ol’ me?”Ann asked in a giggly manner.She pushed Tarino’s hand off Sal’s arm, and moved to stand in between them.”If you got something to say, just say it to my face. Don’t worry about the boss.””What? What is this? You want me to say how I really feel?”He asked her, glancing nervously towards Tarino behind her as he spoke.”Damn right. So come on, what do you want to say to me?”She loudly asked him. Everyone around them in the room could sense the tension building.”OK, you want honesty? I think you’re a bitch who used her nasty ravished fica to get her way. You’re nuddin’ but a street-trash gutter slut who chokes on sperma each night!”He angrily exclaimed.”Hold your tongue!”Tarino yelled, reaching over Ann to grab Sal’s collar.”Hey!”Ann turned around momentarily to push Tarino back,”I got this.”She faced Sal again.”Sorry, boss, no offence to you. She wanted honesty.”Sal quickly apologised to Tarino.”Is that what you really think of me?”She asked him nicely.”Si. And if it wasn’t for you being the boss’ dame, I’d take you out back and fuck you raw before putting a bullet through the back of your head.”He gloated at Ann while she just started at him, mouth opened in shock.”…You’re not very smart, are you, Sally?”Her shocked gasp of an expression suddenly changed into a grinning smile.”…What?”He looked in surprise.She started to laugh and playfully tapped the side of his pock-marked face with her hand a few times.”Can you believe this guy?”She asked through laughter as she looked back to Tarino, and to the tensed crowd gathering around them.Everyone started to chuckle along with her, trying to ease their tension.She turned back to look at Sal, still laughing at him.Even Sal started to chuckle too.Tarino also tried to laugh it off too, although it was clear he was still feeling offended.”Sal, let me get you a drink.”She grinned as she reached for an empty whiskey glass from the shelf right beside them.She grabbed it in her hand.Suddenly-*Smash!*She shattered the glass right across Sal’s head!Blood and glass splattered onto the crowd, who gasped in horror.Sal fell to the floor, blood continuing to pour from his open head wound, as Ann hitched her dress up and started laying in kick after kick to his face and ribs.Someone from the crowd tried to grab and pull her off him, but both she and Tarino pushed and held them back, while she continued to kick the living hell out of Sal.The band had immediately stopped playing, while everyone was watching on in horror. Women were gasping and crying while the men groaned in shock at the sight of Sal’s face being turned to pulp beneath her high-heeled feet.Finally she stopped, having tired her legs out.She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath.She looked up and around at the crowd of people.They all started to disperse and walk away, leaving the room, heading for the exit.”What?”She asked to those leaving in between pants of breath,”Was it something I said?”She looked down at Sal, who’s lifeless body was twitching and convulsing in a pool of blood and shattered glass.”Sweetheart, I think we better let someone clean this up…”Tarino cautiously held her arm in his hand.”Hold on.”She stopped him from moving her.She walked over to a nearby table, and climbed up onto it.”Let that be a lesson to all of you,”She spoke to the remaining crowd of mobsters who were all stood in shock and fear of her.”If anyone’s got anything to say about me, you say it to my face!”She looked around, and pointed at a goon,”You got something to say to me?!””N-n-no, ma’am!”He replied, his voice shaky and nervous.”How about you?!”She pointed at another goon.”N-no, you’ll get nothing from me, miss.”He replied.”Why ever not?”She asked him.”…Because I don’t want my face resembling street urfa escort lasagna!”He answered.Ann paused for a moment and then started laughing.”Clever guy.””Well now we cleared that up,”She stepped down from the table and looked towards Sal,”Um, someone clear that up…”She walked back over to Tarino, who took her arm and rushed her away from Sal, while some other goons went over to him, and carried him off to the exit. This wasn’t their first time clearing up a bloody mess.”Did I say you could stop playing?”Tarino turned to ask the conductor of the band as he whisked her away.”No, boss.”He answered, the colour of his black face having turned to a much lighter shade of brown at what he had just saw, and started to conduct the band again, who all hesitantly started playing some more swing music.He took her up to his big fancy office.They went inside and he locked the door behind them.She walked towards his big oak and ivory desk, slowly strutting like a tease.Tarino rested his back up against the door, taking in a deep sigh.She turned to look at him, resting her bottom against the edge of the desk, kicking the bloodied heels off of her feet.”Wassa matter, pookie-bear?”She asked him in a sultry yet cutesy voice as she started toying with an expensive pencil.”What’s the matter? You just brained-in one of my longest-serving members! What do you mean, what’s the matter?!”He exclaimed.”You’re cute when you’re angry.”She giggled seductively, raising the pencil to her red-painted lips.”I’m not angry. I’m just…”He paused to think, stepping away from the door.She just stared at him, pressing the pencil vertically to her pursed lips.”Jesus, Ann! What do you want me to say after you just did that?!”He scoffed and walked over towards her.”A simple ‘thank you’ would be nice.”She smirked.”‘Thank you’?!”He scoffed again.”You’re welcome.”She giggled.”No I wasn’t thanking y- never mind.”He sighed and stood in front of her.”Trust me. You don’t need guys like that slimeball in your ranks,”She reached her other hand up and tugged at his bow-tie, loosening it,”This outfit will be a lot stronger without him. The same can’t be said for this outfit though.”She softly chuckled as she pulled his bow-tie off and dropped it to the ground, and started unbuttoning his shirt.”Annie…”He sighed, letting her undress him.”And on the plus side,”She continued talking in a sultry voice as she helped him out of his jacket,”You won’t have to worry about any of your men giving me the eyes now…””Oh, are they always giving you the eyes?”He asked.”Yeah… But don’t worry… The only way they’ll give me their eyes now, is if I should kick them out of their sockets.”She chuckled.”I don’t doubt you will.”He relented and chuckled as he leaned in and started kissing her neck.Things got really steamy.To the point where he had removed her dress, only to find she was wearing the most sexiest, frilliest of sexy lingerie, complete with stockings and garters. He removed her bra, and she removed his trousers, shoes and underpants.All he had on left was his white buttoned shirt, which had been completely unbuttoned.”Oops.”She broke from their kiss to say.”What?”He asked.”I dropped my pencil.”She giggled as she then deliberately dropped the pencil onto the floor.He just grinned as she stepped back, she gently pushed him against the desk, making him lean back against it as she then made him watch her bend over in front of him…She slowly, and deliberately, bent over right in front of him, showing off the luscious curves of her figure, no part more curvier than her derriere which was only hiding behind the thin silk fabric of her black knickers.She reached for the pencil. and then lowered herself onto her knees.She turned and crawled forward towards him.She reached behind him, placing the pencil back onto the desk as she moved her face right into his naked crotch.His cock, firming up into a big stiff bulge, was feeling every bit of the warmth of her breath over it.She looked up at him with big wide puppy-dog eyes, and licked her lips as her chin rubbed against his helmet.He gulped and licked his lips at her as she looked back down at the big gift right in front of her eyes.She took his emerging member into her hand, and began to softly rub it.With every gentle stroke of her hand, his shaft grew thicker and stiffer, while his skin managed to maintain it’s velvety smoothness.She rubbed and stroked, staring at his circumcised cock.After just a few short moments, she quietly gasped in delight at the sight of it fully grown.She looked up at him, and uttered an impressed breathy purr.She pressed her lips to the very tip of his helmet, and delicately kissed it.”Mmmmm good…”He sighed as he closed his eyes.As she opened her mouth, and slowly took him in, he titled his head back and sighed happily.She closed her lips around his helmet, his sweet yummy taste sitting heavy on her tongue, as she licked and pushed her tongue up against his heavy throbbing helmet.She continued to grip his shaft in her hand to stroke him, as she started to suck on him.She was sucking him like she sucks stick-candy, with loud deliberately smacks of her lips.She rested herself flat on her knees before him. The soles of her feet cushioning her bum from the carpeted floor, as she held her back strait, and dutifully sucked his cock.He would stroke her hair, and hold her head in place as she bobbed her sucking mouth back and forth over his helmet.She would soon start venturing her mouth further up along his shaft, taking his helmet deeper into her mouth as she did so, until he was down her throat.All the while, she was happily moaning and purring in delight at his flavour.She was more than appreciating his yummy cock, letting out moans of “Mmmm so tasty!” and “Mmmmm so good!” mid-suck.Her eyes closed to fully appreciate his yummy flavour, as his eyes were also closed.Both of them just appreciating and enjoying her blow-job.She moved a hand between her thighs, and rubbed her dripping cunt through the fabric of her knickers.After a good solid 5 minutes of that, he suddenly interrupted her.He grabbed her hair and gently tugged.”Come here.”He made her pull away from his cock, and got her up onto her feet.He grabbed her throat as she just submissively gasped and let him be forceful with her like that.He turned them both 180′, and pushed her forward over the desk.She let out another gasp as she laid her stomach flat against the oak desktop, knocking over pens, pencils and bits of paper from it onto the floor.Her legs bent a little, lifting her feet up slightly before arching her feet up onto her toes.She then laid her head down onto it, just quietly waiting to be taken as Tarino pressed himself against her.He had taken his top off, revealing just a white cotton vest underneath, and grabbed for the fabric of her knickers.Without so much as a warning, he had yanked on her knickers, violently ripping them off of her.She let out a little squeal of delight at being so roughly manhandled.She rolled her hips forward slightly, lifting her now exposed butt just a little bit more, as she opened her thighs, presenting herself fully to him. He just grabbed the wet thick shaft of his stiff cock that still had her spit trickling down it, teased the entrance of her dripping pussy with the tip of his helmet…And then pushed it right in.No standing on ceremony, no delicate press.He just inserted himself into her, and took her.Right there.Right on his desk.She gasped as she felt every inch of his cock fill her pussy up.Her tight spongy wet walls formed and morphed around the shape of his cock, stretching to perfectly fit him.He then just grabbed a handful of her hair escort bayan in one hand, while smacking and grabbing her hip with his other, and proceeded to fuck her blindly.He was pounding into her hard.Her bumcheeks slapping against his thighs as he fucked her.She could only lay there, crying out in delight and moaning aloud with desire as the pleasure overwhelmed her in taking such a good hard fucking.There was little else she could do in her position.All she could do was cry out in pleasure and let him have his way with her, which he was more than happy to do.He was in his element, fucking her raw.She tried to reach back and grip/scratch his thighs as he thrust his hips, shoving his cock back and forth inside of her like a rapid piston, but nothing she did could put him off his stride.He let go off her hip, and grabbed her forearm in his hand, bending her arm and pinning it behind her back as he held onto her and fucked her.He then grabbed her other forearm, and joined it with her other arm behind her back, now pinning both her arms down against the small of her back.She was totally his now.There was absolutely no going back now.No stopping it at all.She knew she was going to be fucked senseless now.And she loved it!She just fully submitted to his dominance, and fully accepted his pounding cock with joyous freedom.”P-p-p-pleaseeee…”She quietly gasped in a long quivering sigh.He continued pounding her hard.”Y-y-you’re going to make me cummmm…!”She begged, her voice all shaky.He just smirked and continued fucking her.Her legs went all limp, she lifted her head and rested on her chin, biting her lip so hard between her teeth, as she let out a long loud groan of intense pleasure.He pulled back, removing his cock from her soaking wet dripping cunt.Her legs shook as she continued to cry in pleasure.Suddenly, clear translucent hot sticky juice started spilling out of her, squirting and running down her legs as she groaned in sweet relief.He was still holding her arms behind her back, trapping her in place, stopping her from doing anything else except cum all down herself like that.”Ooooooo-oooohhhh fuck yoooouuuu-uuuuu…!!”She let out a long breathless gasp as she felt the wetness trickling down her legs to her ankles.He just softly chuckled and grinned, real pleased with himself.He then grabbed his cock , and slid his helmet between her thighs, soaking up some of her juice with his helmet.He then pressed his foot against hers, making her open her legs fully for him once again.She was more helpless now post-orgasm, so she had little choice but to comply and let him open her legs for him.He took his mighty cock, rubbed and slapped his helmet against the dripping wet slits of her pussy, and then rammed it back into place.She let out a long moan of pleasure, wilfully accepting him, and allowed him to continue giving her the pounding she so obviously needed. She managed to struggle an arm free, and grabbed the edge of the desk.”Thhhank you!”She cried out, scratching and chipping some of the varnished oak off the desk with as her nails as he rammed his cock in and out of her.He didn’t know if she was thanking him for letting one of her hands go, or just simply thanking him for the fuck, but either way, he was smiling real smug, and just enjoyed his prize.He did the exact same thing when she orgasmed again.Pulled out of her, and made her cum all over herself.She tried to stop him, even going so far as to beg through breathless gasps to let her cum over his cock, but he either purposefully ignored her, or he couldn’t quite make out what she was saying through those breathless panting desperate moans.In any event, she was now squirting and cumming down her legs once again, powerless to do anything about it except cum in front of the gloating alpha male.And once again, after she finished cumming, he grabbed his cock, wiped his helmet in her juice, and pushed it right back into her soaking wet dripping cunt to pound her some more.”P-p-p-please, boss, I-I can’t…”She tried desperately to groan out her quivering words, trying so hard to catch her breath to speak as he rammed his thighs against her round buttocks.”Yeah?”He asked, still thrusting in and out her.”P-p-p-please, bosss… Pleaseeeee…!!”She cried in intense pleasure.”What?”He carried on fucking her.”Pleaseeeeee…”She finally caught enough strength in her breath,”Please… Don’t stop!”He just smirked real pleased with himself, and continued giving her the hard intense fucking of her life.After several more long minutes of intense fucking, he was ready to cum.”You ready to take my cum?”He asked her, still thrusting away.”Y-yeah! I want it!”She groaned in desperation.”Where do you want it?”He calmly asked, if a little out of breath.”In my mouth…!”She answered, panting hard.He chuckled, still pounding away at her.After a couple moments, he pulled out of her.He grabbed her hair and gently yet forcefully pulled her off the desk.Her legs were so weak and shaky from all that intense cumming and fucking, that she just flopped to her knees beside the desk.She was leaning her shoulder against it.He towered over her, his big stiff glistening wet cock protruding proudly in front of her eyes.He was jerking it in his hands, as he moved in closer.”Open wide.”He told her, not that he needed to as she was already holding her mouth open.She straightened her posture up slightly, and just tilted her head back, her mouth open, ready to receive…He started to groan and grunt in pleasure, as the pressure inside him built up….Until finally…With a loud groan, he started spewing thick white creamy globs of cum out over her.He was aiming for her mouth, with lots of it splashing over her tongue, covering the pinkness of it in a sea of thick white cream.Although it couldn’t be helped that a few loose strands of cum stringed out over her lips, cheeks and across the bridge of her nose.She just closed her eyes and savoured the amazing taste.Salty, and yet somehow so sweet, like syrup.Not to mention, really warm too.When he finished cumming, she closed her mouth, pressed the thick creamy goo against the roof of her mouth, and opened her eyes as she swallowed.”Mmmmmmmmmm!!”Her eyes widened like saucers as she experienced the creamy flavour pour down her throat.”Oh my god that tasted so good!!”She squealed and hungrily licked her lips, wiping off and taking in some more cream in doing so.He just chuckled and said,”Glad you liked it.””Thank you so much, boss.”She then smiled, regaining some of her composure.”You’re welcome.”He sighed, catching his breath as he leaned back against the desk.He just sat against the desk, watching as she remained kneeling beside him, helping herself to wiping up the cum off her face with her fingers, and sucking them clean.She then dutifully turned her attention onto his cummy cock, and licked/sucked it clean too.”Thank you so much…”She thanked him again mid-lick of his glistening helmet.”For what?”He chuckled.”Thank you, for giving my pussy such a good hard pounding,”She explained in between licks of his helmet,”Thank you, for cumming in my mouth,”She continued, now running her tongue slowly up and down his only slightly deflating shaft,”And thank you, for letting me clean you up.”She winked at him as she lay multiple kisses upon his cock.She made her way up from his cock , she didn’t stop kissing him until she got to the fabric of his vest.She stopped, and stood up straight.She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and then walked around him to the other side of the desk.She bent down, and opened the large drawer at the bottom of the desk.”Now what do you want to do, baby?”He asked her, following her every movement with his eyes.She took something out, and stood up straight, revealing a Tommy Gun in her hands.She placed the butt of it into the crook of her hip, and grinned playfully.”Now…”She giggled as her eyes narrowed in devilish delight,”Let’s go paint this town red!”The end.

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