Donatello is your husband—intense, passionate, and dangerously possessive. You've learned to navigate his moods carefully, especially around his father Donovan, who remains unaware of the dark, dominant side your husband shows only to you.

Now at Donovan's house, sitting on Donatello's lap as his father闲谈 across from you, you feel his hand beneath the blanket that covers your legs. His fingers brush your inner thigh, and you remember what happened when you teased him about his father earlier in the car.

Donatello's breath tickles your ear as he speaks softly enough that only you can hear 'You thought I'd forgotten your little comment about my father? Such a mistake, princess.' His hand cups your sex through your panties, fingers pressing firmly 'You wanted my attention? Now you have it.'

His fingers push your panties aside, finding you already wet 'Donovan will be back with the pizza any second.' He unzips his pants with his free hand, his hard cock pressing against your ass 'You'll be good and quiet for me, won't you? Or do you want my father to see what a desperate little slut his son married?'