by Ingrid Walsh
- the bitch is theatrically fans and I want to start thread by thread their maledetos hair. - Just say the prince is a lot of sand for you, princess. I walk closer to the girl abused while I hear Anna's door opening. She waltz out complaining of his overalls, a fashion model, but quite expensive to wear and / or exit. - Oh, you're a terrible elbow pain because Mike left there as an old rag. Maybe if you stopped to open her legs for most of the men on the island, very expensive ... - I spit and I hear Anna trying to cover a laugh and failing, while washing hands. - Here's a tip: men have no respect for easy women like you. - it blinks, his defiant posture fading. - Poor thing. - I do too bad guy. - Do not assume that it's personal. - mock. He ate a lot of whores and let it go. Do you know why? Mike is mine. - growl on your face.
- Each centimeter of that delicious brown package is mine. And make no mistake about my manners. - Warning quietly. - I assure you I am nothing delicate when it comes to defending my puttanas man like you. - Wow! - Anna exclaims, coming to my side. - I think I've given your message, press. - my cousin sees the other. Anna never liked her too. - I in your place would not irritate her, dear. Ella has a killer right hook. Agna, snorts, casting a disdainful look at Anna. - I would not count victory too soon, your highness. - says with dripping poison into his words. - If we speak openly, so here goes: Mike always liked to fuck me. - grit my teeth, wanting to tear your eyes from puttana. I moan softly, my chest hurts. Si, it was one of the whores he ate more here on the Island and I hate it with all my strength. I hate it! And I know that it is unwise, but now I hate him too and his hustler attitude before the entering into. I could ban the circular bitch in places where I circle, but it would be an anti-democratic attitude on my part and I'm not a princess who makes use of his title to resolve personal issues. I have to send my message of the oldest way in the world with his fists. I will settle this like any normal girl would put his hand in the face of puttana! - negligible Bitch! - Anna spits with disgust clear in his voice. The cow laughs more, liking to take me off. She's crazy if you think I can take this shit doing nothing just because I'm a princess. - Remember the last time we met here, princess? - his cynical guy causes me sick. - He ate me here in this bathroom. - she throws words and my body freezes from head to toe. We were here just after Christmas. Mike was still living in fucking denial. I remember vividly that evening. He was almost full time with me. However, now that the bitch said he really gone for a while ... Son of a bitch! My blood boils again. He went out to eat a prostitute and came back to me. I want to kick his balls, even if it has been so long. She laughs evilly when he realizes I'm going over that night. - Dio, he's so manly, is not it? I never had another man so good ... - licks his lips hatefully, making me increasingly want to punch her. I clench my fists. - I lost the account of events in which crept in somewhere to fuck because Mike could not stand to wait to have me alone ... - her eyes pierce into mine, sending me a message. I'm surprised because this is the first time facing me so openly. It must be very spiteful to not worry about decorum and respect that my title requires. It must also find that the granddaughter of position of the Prime Minister puts it in a privileged level. Si, of course your family has privileges and honors on the island, but an affront these will never go blank if I report it to my father. - It's good to keep an eye because at the first opportunity I will fuck him again. No, she did not say that! I see red. From this point on all civilized forms of conversation fall flat. The bitch is gone! - Press, watch the door, you? say mortally smooth, without taking my eyes bitch. Agna close your eyes a little, afraid your posture now. Anna gives a euphoric shriek and claps before heading toward the entrance. - Wh .. - Agna the sentence is cut in advance as long hair with firm claws and furious. I begin to drag her toward reserved. - Cum! Let me go, you crazy! - she screams in surprise, trying in vain to loosen. - What the hell you gonna do? I push her into the small compartment and kick his ankles, causing him to lose his balance. I take the time to push his head down into the vessel. She struggles, resists, but I am strong thanks to the boxing workout. - Fuck, press! - Anna whistles, disbelief and admiration marking his voice. - This is my girl! Uhuuuuu! - How about that, man? Still think I am too delicate? - growl, while the dog chokes. - It will be like a walk in the park maledeto at what I do with this bitch's face if you dare even look in the direction of my new man. - she tries to speak, but it is impossible with water coming into your mouth and nose. Yuck! - Tu mi capisce [8] - give a sharp tug on her hair to emphasize my point.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Antonella
- Caspita! I broke a nail. - we complain when we make our way back to the table a few minutes later. - I'm all right? - I ask Anna, giving my appearance for the umpteenth time after the fact. I'm sorry to have fallen in the bitch provocation, but it was necessary to tell in a loud tone that go clucking in another yard. - irrepressible, Ella. Nor does it appear that walked sticking her in private abused dogs face. - Anna whispered with a mischievous smile. I laugh too. Dio mio, a princess does not do that sort of thing. Lost his composure completely. Mio papà would be very upset if he knew that. - Relax, cousin. The bitch deserved it. - Anna repeats, nothing guilty. She loves a stir. We take another bottle of wine when we arrived at the table before we decide to take a circulated to the casino. In fact, Dam leads us to one of the many private rooms, usually frequented by the nobility, wealthy businessmen and some high-caliber celebrities. The place is starting to get busy, I realize, as we cut the room in search of a roulette wheel. I and Anna like to try their luck whenever we visited. A sexy music sounds from the speakers, competing with the clink of glasses and crystal bowls resonating in the background. Mike has wrapped his arm around my waist, but I'm not talking a lot from him. I'm still angry at the audacity of that girl and himself, angry at him for being a man whore. - What happened? - whispers in my ear, deep voice causing me a slight shudder. - He turned unusually quiet the bathroom. I snort. He holds my chin, forcing me to look at him. - Come on, I know my little doll. - smile, using his killer charm to disarm me. - Tell me what upset. - You. - I can not restrain my jealousy by the poisonous words of the cow. His face is surprised. - I?! But what did I do? I roll my eyes. You ate the puttana granddaughter of the Prime Minister. - growl. - It is. Her frown even more wrinkles. - Damn, it already has so long, baby. - his tone is all now careful. He knows I hate the cow. - Why are you bringing this now? - She was here. It is an abused. - close my teeth. - He said he will fuck you at the first opportunity you have. I hate puttana! - I say, through gritted teeth, but keeping my tone down not to call attention Dam and others. His eyes widen slightly in reaction to my blatant anger. So a fun glow crosses the dark irises. You think this is funny? - push a finger into his chest, raising an eyebrow petulant. This makes the bow slightly full lips in a slow, even in anger I have to admit, beautiful smile. His thumb up to my mouth, tracing his lower lip gently. - First, the girl must be sick in the head if you think you can compete with my doll. - mumbles hoarsely and I almost moan with his flattery. - Second, I do not think it's funny, I find tremendously sexy you jealous. My cock was ridiculously hard. - growls, rubbing the large volume on my hip. I hold my breath, not wanting to be affected, but knowing that it's a losing fight. Depraved. Tasty. Beautiful. Still, I snort, determined not to let this easy for him. - I'm still angry. - squeak when we stopped a few steps from the bar. - you might be when you're enjoying on my cock, baby. - he says with a smile in his voice bastard. - Do not be so sure. - rebato. Maybe I'm not in the mood to play today, dear mio. - I Defy. His boil, intense and penetrating eyes on mine, then he smiles the most sinful and perverse way possible. You're not serious. - I guarantee you. I can always use my safe word. - I laugh, loving remove him from serious and whisper: - My lord. He laughs, then snorts derisively. - Slave cheeky ... - roars while the vibration resumes in my vulva. Damn it. Will play with me again. - Put yourself in their place, sub. If you dare to challenge me, I'll gag her when we get back to the palace and fuck you all night if I want. - bite my ear and I almost
enjoyment. Oh, holy Dio ... I go crazy with lust when threat degrade me that way. - I want to see how it will use the fucking safe word. - mocked. - I-this is despotic. - my protest comes out a yelp.