Isabella raised her head from the dripping cock and wiped her chin on her bare shoulder. She gave the man a toothy smile and crawled across the floor to her next assignment.
At one end of the room stood a clump of idle girls – not the favorites, Isabella thought smugly. The favorites were on their knees, crawling between bosses, slurping and moaning and, sometimes, embracing one another at the center of the chamber. Every breast was bare, and most of the men lounged on cushions with their pants unzipped.
She reached Alanzo and curled up between his knees. He ruffled her hair. "Izzy, baby. I feel like we haven’t talked in months.“
Leaning her head back so she was resting it on his stomach, she fluttered her eyelashes at him. "We haven’t. You’ve been busy with Vera.” She narrowed her eyes just enough to show exactly how she felt about her fellow entertainer.
“Awww, Izzy.” Alanzo cupped her chin and tilted her head so she was a sleek, dark line from chin to sternum. "You know I’ll always come back to you.“
"Yes,” Isabella purred, rolling over so her face rested in his crotch. "Because I’m the best.“
Her eyes still trained on him, she went down on his cock, flattening her tongue to take him all the way in. A sigh shivered out of him and he slumped, melancholy but sated. Isabella bobbed on his cock, working her hands as well.
Alanzo’s head lolled and he gazed at Isabella through half-closed eyes. "Hey. Listen.” His voice was almost too quiet for her to hear, so she released him with a pop of her lips and swung to her feet, straddling him. She buried her knees deep in the couch cushions on either side of him and sank down on his waiting cock. Spasms of pleasure pulled them closer together; she rested her head against the side of his, eyes closed, waiting.
“There’s a big delivery going down on Sunday. Church time. Enrico, Teddy, a few of the others – they’re dragging something out of the boats and distributing it while the holies are occupied.” Alanzo’s lips barely moved against her ear, the soft, moist skin making her cartilage tingle.
“Got it,” she said back, just as discreetly. She folded her torso and then leaned into him. He grabbed her ass and pressed her down as far as she would go. Isabella curled her tongue into the corner of her mouth and bumped her forehead against Alanzo’s.
“Well aren’t you just the strong, healthy stud today.”
“I do what I can,” the gangster said, and gritting his teeth he began to bounce his lap. Isabella gripped him with startling strength and threw her head back, her large breasts flying up to smack her under the chin, her moan coming out in staccato snaps. Her fingers dug into Alanzo’s shoulders and her mouth dropped open as she climaxed; Alanzo showed her a set of yellow teeth and then leaned forward to nibble her nipples. He left bright red marks on her areolas.
Isabella dropped her hand to her clit and flicked it with two fingers while she continued to pump. She lowered her back into the motion, riding with all of her energy, until Alanzo finally huffed and surged into her, a hot flood. Isabella caught up her hair and settled on his lap, pulling her feet out from behind her so she was almost squatting over him.
“There you go, Mister Alanzo, sir,” she said with a teasing grin.
He wheezed in her ear, his scruff tickling her cheek. “Come back sooner next time,” he said, smacking her cheek with a kiss and then echoing the sound on her ass.