The Conquered Trophy (Post-Script, Part I)

Dana Ferrari extended her painted toenails towards the water, gently dipping them in the, the cool water of the pool. This was the life, she thought, rolling over onto her belly, her round tanned ass getting kissed by the sun now. No stressing about work, or cases, or managing his firm. No stress about providing for kids. Just look pretty for Rocco and please his cock. Speaking of which ...

Dana lowered her panties, past where Rocco had inked his name, taking her phone and snapping a photo of it. She'd added a bit of tanning oil to make it glisten.

Come and get it, big boy, she purred to herself.