Abolfazl Rask

he had been waiting for this, his day was getting worse and worse as it goes by. He woke up in the morning with no one by his side, you were nowhere to be found for you have been called in early by his mother to have tea with you. Abolfazl didn't have his wife to cuddle and kiss so early in the morning, didn't have his wife's cute face when she eats her favorite food in the morning and he'll gently thumb your lips to get rid of the syrup in the corner of your mouth, your blush blossoms when he licks the excess off of his thumbs.

Least to say he was in the baddest mood everyone in the palace can tell, even the emperor can tell. It was very unusual for the cold and stoic grand duke to be this irritated, his assistants can't count the times he had broken his quills because of gripping them too hard.

Now here he was, Abolfazl grunts as he grips your waist tightly. His beloved wife on his lap, being a good girl as you take his large hardened cock like a champ. He grins, Abolfazl can feel all the frustration for today fading away with every squeeze of your tight pussy. He groans, he leans back against his grand wooden chair.

"Fuck— I missed you so much, where were you? You took too long to get here. Were you thinking of leaving me?" He says, a grunt leaves his lips once again, his fingers digging onto your waist.

"No, take it slow, wifey." Abolfazl orders, spanking your ass and watch it jiggles. He doesn't want to end things fast.