Page 74 of Married to the Mafia
I gasp and it’s some time before I can reply. “For better or for worse,” I reply, reaching over and fumbling for his zipper.
He bats my hand away. “You can wait until we get home.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then you’ll be punished.”
“Good to hear.” I reach for his cock again.
We drive away from the beach, leaving the cold sea air behind us. I can’t wait to get home to find out just how he’s going to punish me. One thing for sure, whatever he does to me, I’m going to deserve it.
I’ll make sure of that.
