Mob Mistress

"Luca, darling, it's good to see you," Elizabeth purred, greeting the stocky Italian with a kiss. She was dressed in red heels, stockings, a red skirt that tightly hugged her ass, a matching thong, and a white top that showed off her heavy bosom. The enforcer and mobster kissed her back. He didn't say anything, but Luca was a man of few words.

She went out onto the floor of the Atlantic City casino the mob had an interest in. She did her thing, charming politicians and businessmen. She even sucked off a state senator in the toilet. She was mob property on days like this, after all. Afterwards, she showered, and made homemade lasagna for Luca, wearing only an apron and a thong. She fed it to him, making him feel like her king, the only man in her life. Then she sucked him off, taking that long Italian pole deep into her throat, sucking him wetly till he had a heavy orgasm. And then she flew home to South Carolina.