The latina milf gets her dues

THE GAME BEGINS

With a suddenness that made Danila gasp, Stefano released Rebecca and reached across the bar, his large hand closing around the bartender's throat. His grip wasn't tight enough to ****—just enough to claim, to remind her who owned what. Danila's breath came in shallow pants as Stefano dragged her forward, her breasts pressing against the polished wood, her nipples pebbling against the cool surface.

"You've been a good girl, haven't you?" Stefano purred, his free hand sliding down to cup the subtle swell of her stomach. His claws traced lazy circles over the sensitive skin, each touch sending visible shivers through Danila's body. "Taking care of my little gift?"

Danila whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily as Stefano's thumb pressed just above her pubic bone. "Y-Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I—I can feel it... growing inside me..."

The admission seemed to cost her something—some last shred of resistance—and her body went pliant against the bar, her legs spreading slightly in **** invitation.

Stefano's smirk deepened.

"Good."

Then, with a single powerful motion, he spun her around, bending her over the bar with her cheek pressed to the wood. Her dress rode up, exposing the bare, dripping flesh beneath—no panties. Of course not. Stefano didn't allow them.

Rebecca laughed, the sound rich and throaty as she slipped behind the bar with the ease of long practice. She poured herself a measure of bourbon, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement as she watched Stefano position himself behind Danila. "Oh, Daddy," she cooed, taking a slow sip. "You're gonna make her scream again, aren't you?"

Stefano didn't answer.

He simply tore Danila's dress open, the fabric splitting down the middle with a sound like ripping flesh, exposing her heavy, milk-swollen tits to the dim light. They swayed with her rapid breaths, the nipples already pebbled and leaking droplets of creamy arousal.

The other patrons—those who hadn't already fled—stared, their drinks forgotten, their own arousal thick in the air.

A businessman loosened his tie, his cock straining against his slacks.

"F-Fuck... this is much better than what our bull does"

A waitress bit her lip, the young woman's fingers slipping beneath her skirt.

"Shit... why can't I-*nnngh!!*-I have a norma-*AH!!*l job ever..."

Danila moaned, the voluptuous Latina milf's nails scraping the bar as Stefano's monstrous cock pressed against her soaked entrance.

"P-Please..." she begged, her erotic contralto breaking.

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"Say it."

Danila shuddered, the sinful slut's curvy body arching as his teeth grazed her slender neck.

"...Fuck me, master."