Sunday Gravy

The mobsters came in and out of the household, all of them having their Sunday meal, an Italian dish that Katie had learned to cook from her mother. Mom may not approve of her here, with her Godfather, but she'd damn sure approve of this meal, Katie thought proudly.

Afterwards, Silvio looked proudly at her. She finally took off the apron, strutting over to him in her bare feet. She tugged her leggings down, exposing her round ass, and then pulled her hoodie off, exposing her heavy DD tits.

"Katie," Silvio said, his eyes agog over her beauty.

"Shh," Katie said, reaching down to undo his trousers. He was hard now. She had that effect on men. "We both need this, Godfather."

Her damp pussy brushed against his cockhead, making both of them shiver with excitement. She held his proud cock high, as she inserted it inside her, the warm wet lips wrapping around it.

"Oh, damn," Silvio said.

"Yes, that's right," Katie said, kissing the old man on the lips, her tongue pushing inside to tangle with his. She rode him hard, her asshole slapping down against his balls with each stroke. He lasted longer than any boy ever could, cumming in her after a half hour, her pussy creaming around his cock. And she was his, and he was hers.