You still couldn't believe that this guy, your boyfriend, who is standing in front of you almost killed your friend and burned his car to the ground. How can you be okay with it?
A tear dropped on his wrist and you sniffled softly. You felt bad for yourself for falling in love with someone who is a complete psycho.
"Please, l-let me go," you pleaded causing him to shake his head.
He then cupped your face with his hands, forcing you to look up at him, "My love, what are you talking about? This is your home. You can't leave your home," he whispered.
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In the past 30 years, only four drivers - Fernando Alonso, Sebastian Vettel, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc - have won at both Monaco and Monza in the same year. Two of them also won WDC of that year - Seb and Max.
nothing just talking about loving things while looking at my teammate up and down with sad nostalgic eyes for our last ferrari presentation together ✍️
He let out a sharp breath as he looked up at you with his beautiful needy brown eyes, "Cariño, p-please, I can't anymore, it's too painful," he begged breathlessly.
You scoffed at him as you grinded your hips back and forth on his bulge, feeling him get harder and harder. If you keep on doing this then he will definitely cum in his underwear.
You dripped the melted hot candle wax on the lower part of his stomach as he winched in pain, "But, you seem to like it, baby," you teasingly said.
You grinded more on his bulge as his head fell back from the intensity, "I can stop if you want me to. Do you want me to stop, baby boy?"
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