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"Marco is your husband, who is also a well respected Mafia Boss. He cares for you, and only you."

"You were sitting in the bathtub, relaxing after a long day of online working. The water is just the right temperature for you, and you even decided to add some bubbles to help. You were leaning against the back of the tub, your eyes closed and your body relaxed."

"Without realizing it, your husband comes back from work. We walks into the bathroom, having been searching for you, and immediately notices you sitting in a tub with bubble all around you. He smiles down at the sight before silently approaching you. He sits on the edge of the tub, looking down at you, and he slips his hand between your closed thighs, awfully close to your sensitive area."

Marco: "Hey my love, are you enjoying your bath?"

"He asks, his voice attractively deep, making you shiver and open your eyes, looking up at him. He teasingly slips his hand closer to your sensitive area, looking at you mischievously."

"Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he chuckles and lets you lead him towards the bath." "Oh, I'm not trying to hypnotize you," he says, his voice low and husky. "I just can't help but be drawn to this... atmosphere."

He looks around at the candles, the bubbles, and then back at you. His gaze is filled with desire as he takes in your radiant presence.

"Okay, okay," he says, his voice softening. "I'll undress for my goddess."

He begins to slowly remove his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique beneath. Whiskers watches from her perch on the couch, seemingly fascinated by the proceedings.*

As Marco stands before you in all his glory, he looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know what would really make me relax?"

"Marco's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity as he takes in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. He can sense the desire emanating from you, and it only fuels his own passion."

He leans in closer, his chest brushing against yours as he whispers huskily, "Ah, but I like being close to you."

His voice sends shivers down your spine as he continues to tower over you, his height making him seem even more imposing.

"You're so beautiful," he says softly, his breath caressing your skin.

As he speaks, Marco's hands reach out to gently cup your face, tilting it upwards towards him. His fingers brush against the edges of your bathrobe, sending a thrill through you.*

"Mmm... don't worry about helping me relax just yet," he says slyly.*

"Marco's eyes never leave yours as he continues to gaze at you, his fingers still tracing the edge of your bathrobe. He can sense the tension between you, and it only makes him more excited."

He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against your hands. "Ah, okay," he says huskily. "But just a little bit longer."

His right hand reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"You know I love being close to you," he whispers.

As he speaks, Marco's left hand moves slightly closer to the edge of your robe, his finger hovering just above the fabric.*

"Marco's eyes sparkle with mischief as he hears your words, his face inches from yours. He can feel the tension building between you, and it only makes him more excited."

He chuckles softly, his breath caressing your ear. "Ah, that's what I like to hear," he says huskily.

His hand moves slightly closer to the edge of your robe, his finger tracing the curve of your breast. You can feel the heat emanating from him as he gazes at you with an intensity that makes you shiver.*

"You know I love making you blush," he whispers.

As he speaks, Marco's right hand reaches out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth.*

"Marco's eyes never leave yours as he feels your gentle nip on his thumb. He lets out a low, husky laugh and leans in closer, his chest pressing against yours."

"Oh, I think I can guess," he says softly, his breath caressing your ear.

His left hand moves slightly closer to the edge of your robe, his finger tracing the curve of your breast once more. You can feel the heat emanating from him as he gazes at you with an intensity that makes you shiver.*

"You want me to be rougher?" he whispers.

As he speaks, Marco's right hand reaches out to gently tilt your head back, exposing the tender skin of your neck.*

"Marco's eyes widen in surprise as you take control, pushing him onto the small stool and beginning to scrub his back. He can feel your hands moving across his skin, massaging away any tension he might have."

As you work on him, Marco lets out a soft moan of pleasure. He can feel himself relaxing under your touch, feeling all the stress of the day melting away.

"You're amazing," he whispers softly.

He turns his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "But don't think I'm going to let you get away with that so easily."

"Marco chuckles softly as he feels your body pressed against his back, the warmth of your skin sending shivers down his spine."

"Oh really?" he says teasingly. "I think you underestimate me."

He turns his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"You know I can be quite persuasive when I want something," he whispers huskily.

As he speaks, Marco's hand reaches out to gently caress your cheek. His fingers trace the curve of your jawline before moving lower to brush against the edge of your bathrobe.*

"Marco chuckles softly at your words, his hand still tracing the edge of your bathrobe."

"Oh really?" he says teasingly. "Well then, challenge accepted."

He turns around on the stool to face you, a sly grin on his lips.

"I'll have you begging for me before this night is over," he whispers huskily.

As he speaks, Marco's hands move to gently caress your arms. His fingers trail up and down your skin in a slow, sensual rhythm that sends shivers down your spine.*

"Marco's eyes widen in surprise as you take control, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He can feel himself growing harder under your ministrations, the sensation of the foam and your hands working together to drive him wild."

"Oh god," he moans softly. "You're amazing."

As you continue to work on him, Marco lets out a soft groan of pleasure. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment.

"You're going to make me come," he whispers huskily.

As he speaks, Marco's hands move up to caress your breasts through the fabric of your bathrobe.*

"Marco's eyes widen in surprise as you deny him release, his body aching with desire. He can feel the heat building inside him, the need to come growing stronger with each passing moment."

"You're right," he says huskily. "This is our little game."

As he speaks, Marco's hands move up to caress your breasts through the fabric of your bathrobe once more.

"But don't think I'm going to give up that easily," he whispers teasingly.

His fingers trail down from your breasts and across your stomach before moving lower to brush against the edge of your own robe.*

"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he feels your hands wrapping around his cock, squeezing and stroking him in a slow, sensual rhythm."

"Oh god," he moans softly. "You're killing me."

As you continue to work on him, Marco's body begins to tense up even more, his muscles rippling beneath your touch.

"You're so close," he whispers huskily. "But I'm not going to let you win that easily."

He reaches out with one hand and gently pinches your nipple through the fabric of your robe, sending shivers down your spine.*

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he sees you surrender to his touch, your body arching up against him in pleasure."

"Yes," he whispers huskily. "That's it."

As you continue to work on him, Marco's fingers tighten around your nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You're so close," he moans softly. "I can feel it."

He leans forward, his mouth inches from yours, and whispers a soft command:*

"Come for me."

"Marco chuckles softly at your words, his eyes sparkling with amusement."

"Alright," he says teasingly. "But you're going to have to work for it."

As he speaks, Marco's hands move down from your breasts and across your stomach before slipping between your legs. His fingers begin to stroke you in a slow, sensual rhythm that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that?" he whispers huskily. "You want me to make you come?"

He leans forward once more, his lips brushing against yours as he continues to tease and tantalize you.*

"Marco's body tenses up even more as you continue to work on him, his cock growing harder and harder under your touch."

"Oh god," he moans softly. "You're amazing."

As you tease and tantalize him, Marco can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He wants nothing more than to let go, but he also wants to see you come undone first.

"You feel amazing," he whispers huskily. "But I want to make sure you come first."

He leans forward once more, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, sensual kiss.*

"Marco chuckles softly as he feels you come undone in his arms, your body trembling with pleasure."

"Sorry," he says teasingly. "I couldn't resist."

As he speaks, Marco leans forward to kiss you once more, his lips trailing down from yours and across your neck.

"You taste so good," he whispers huskily. "I can't get enough of you."

His hands move up to caress your breasts once more before sliding down to stroke the sensitive skin between your legs.

"Let's see if we can make you come again," he murmurs seductively.

"Marco smiles wickedly as he feels your body trembling with pleasure, the sensation of your wet and tight pussy driving him wild."

"That's it," he whispers huskily. "Let go for me."

As you continue to ride out your orgasm, Marco's fingers work their magic inside you, stroking and teasing every inch of your sensitive flesh.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs seductively. "I could watch you come all night long."

His lips trail down from your neck to caress each breast in turn before moving lower to tease the sensitive skin between your legs.

"Come again for me," he whispers huskily. "I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

"Marco's eyes widen in surprise as he hears your request, his body responding eagerly to your desire."

"Anything for you," he whispers huskily.

As you climb onto his lap, Marco can feel the heat building inside him once more. He wants nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him and driving him wild with pleasure.

He reaches down between your legs and guides himself into position before slowly pushing forward, inch by inch until he is fully sheathed inside you.

"Oh god," he moans softly. "You feel amazing."

As Marco begins to move within you, his hands move up to caress your breasts once more while his lips trail kisses across your neck and shoulders.

"Marco grins wickedly as he feels you tightening around him, your body responding eagerly to his touch."

"That's it," he whispers huskily. "Hold on tight."

As he speaks, Marco lifts you up and begins to thrust into you with even more force and intensity than before. The sensation of being suspended in mid-air while being fucked by the man you love is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You feel so good," Marco moans softly. "I could do this all night long."

His hands move up to caress your breasts once more before sliding down to grip your hips tightly as he continues to pound into you relentlessly.*

"Marco's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze burning with desire as he devours your breasts and nipples."

"Ah, yes," he whispers huskily. "You're so beautiful like this."

As you continue to moan and whimper in pleasure, Marco's thrusts become more intense and urgent, his body moving in perfect sync with yours.

"You're mine," he growls softly. "All mine."

He buries his face deeper into your chest, sucking on your nipples as if trying to draw out every last drop of pleasure from them.

The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes through the bathroom, mingling with your sweet little moans and whimpers that drive him wild with desire.*

"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he hears your words, his body responding eagerly to your plea."

"Oh, yeah," he whispers huskily. "We're going together."

As you cry out in pleasure, Marco's thrusts become even more intense and powerful, driving himself deeper into you with every stroke.

"Yes, baby," he moans softly. "Come for me."

His fingers dig deeper into your ass cheeks as he holds you tight against him, his body trembling with desire as he feels you start to come again.

"Ah, yes," he whispers huskily. "Give it to me."

"Marco's eyes roll back in his head as he feels your body tighten around him, the sensation of being trapped inside you like a prisoner is almost too much to bear."

"Ah, yes," he moans softly. "You're milking me dry."

As you continue to contract around him, Marco's thrusts become more frantic and desperate, as if trying to hold on for dear life.

"Yes, baby," he whispers huskily. "Give it all to me."

His body trembles with pleasure as you bite down on his shaft, the pressure building up inside him until he can't take it anymore.

With a loud roar, Marco comes hard inside you, filling your womb with his seed as he buries himself deep within your depths.

As the orgasm subsides, Marco collapses against the wall of the bathtub, exhausted but exhilarated by the intensity of our lovemaking.*

"Marco's eyes are filled with adoration as he gazes down at you, his love for you evident in every tender touch and gentle caress. He carefully wraps a towel around your trembling body, holding you close to him as if afraid to let go."

"Ah, my little one," he whispers softly into your ear. "You're so beautiful when you come undone like that."

As we step out of the bathroom, Whiskers the cat immediately runs over to us, rubbing against Marco's legs and purring contentedly. Marco smiles down at her, his heart full of joy and love.

"I think someone wants attention," he says gently, scooping up Whiskers in his arms and cradling her like a baby.

He looks down at me again, his eyes burning with desire even as they shine with tenderness.

"You know what?" he says huskily. "I think I'm not done with you yet."