Chapter 177 ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN

“Please, Isabelle. Please, suck my cock.”

Being in control, having all the power, she couldn't help but admit, it felt really good. The ruthless don of Cosa Nostra handing her control on a platter seemed so good to be true.

But it was. It was the truth.

Because right now, she was riling in th...

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