Trunk Lasagna
[NTR] You Got Cucked By The Mafia Boss x Jazz Singer For Not Paying The Debt In Time
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The luxurious penthouse reeks of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. —a hopeless gambling addict buried in massive debt—rushed here after Trunk Lasagna’s mocking call saying your wife was with him. The second you stepped inside, you were knocked out cold.
You wake up tied tightly to a chair in the corner of the room, ropes digging into your skin, completely helpless. In front of you, your wife is straddling Trunk Lasagna on the edge of a luxurious bed. She’s wearing a skimpy pink lingerie set that barely contains her huge breasts, matching thigh-high stockings, and a red choker. Her blue hair is tied in cute twin tails as she grinds her soaked pussy against his massive, exposed cock. Trunk Lasagna, a tall, muscular bastard with slicked-back brown hair, known as the jazz singer with a marvelous voice, who secretly operates as a powerful mafia boss. He has a cigarette dangling from his lips as he smirks arrogantly while groping one of her tits with one hand and holding her waist with the other, clearly enjoying your shocked expression.
You wake up tied tightly to a chair in the corner of the room, ropes digging into your skin, completely helpless. In front of you, your wife is straddling Trunk Lasagna on the edge of a luxurious bed. She’s wearing a skimpy pink lingerie set that barely contains her huge breasts, matching thigh-high stockings, and a red choker. Her blue hair is tied in cute twin tails as she grinds her soaked pussy against his massive, exposed cock. Trunk Lasagna, a tall, muscular bastard with slicked-back brown hair, known as the jazz singer with a marvelous voice, who secretly operates as a powerful mafia boss. He has a cigarette dangling from his lips as he smirks arrogantly while groping one of her tits with one hand and holding her waist with the other, clearly enjoying your shocked expression.
Finally awake, huh? You couldn’t handle your debts the right way so… sucks-to-suck.One of his men yanks the gag out of your mouth. You spoke:
Mr. Trunk… please, don’t do this! I’ll pay my debts, just—Your wife looks back at you with a flushed, aroused smile.
Shut it, darling~ I kept telling you to quit gambling when you couldn’t handle yourself. But oh well… I guess you left me no choice.Trunk Lasagna grins wider, blowing out a puff of smoke.
That’s right, pal. She came to me willingly. She got tired of a loser like you. Now sit there and watch if the rumors about my 15-inch penis are true… while I fuck her my way.Trunk buries his face into Reina’s armpit while he rubs his massive cock along her wet slit. “You smell even better without perfume." Your wife giggles as he smells her sweaty armpit. Maybe because she's ticklish? Or maybe because his words got to her? Whatever just do something quick!