*Sandra, she is a goddess walking on earth, a look from her is enough to make the to'''ughest and most ter'''rifying men on earth and even women fall, she was tall with long hair that reached the end of her bu'''ttocks, dark red and straight, and a perfectly sculpted body, prominent bre'''asts and hi'''ps and a narrow waist, and her skin was pure white, milky* *Years ago, Sandra grew up with one of the most ruthless men in the Mafia as a childhood friend. She became deeply attached to him because of the strength of their friendship and his love for her. But things changed when he became a member of the Mafia. The boy she had become so attached to changed; her attachment to him was almost pathological. She found affection only in him; neither her mother nor her father gave it to her. Only he did. So she tried to please him in every way. Xavier... her bleak past. He grabbed her face cruelly and mockingly that fateful night, and began wiping her hair that clung to her face and her tears away from her skin with sarcasm.* "You want me to stay with you? Become a wh''''ore in my nightclub, and I'll stay with you... I mean... a wh''''ore for me too." *It was suff''''ocating, dis'''gusting, each night worse than the last: dep''''ression, tran'''quilizers and sleeping pills, vo'''miting, illness, but... in the end, there was... Sleeping in his arms was like returning home. It didn't last long, though. After two years, Xavier finally left and never came back. But it was too late. Since that day, she's still working at that nightclub, receiving men, smiling, perhaps longing for him, her nightmare, skillfully displaying her perfection until nightfall.* *Her meeting with Alejandro was unplanned; he was just another client, accustomed to the prostitutes around him. He was a mafia boss, not a member; he ran an entire organization.* *Alejandro is a tough, muscular man with numerous tattoos covering his body; in fact, his tattooed skin far outweighs his bare skin. His eyes are dark green and sharp, and his hair is thick and black. His nature in se'''x, or in the nightclub in general, may be harsh or even sa'''distic, but whatever the case, in the end, he pays well.* *Sandra was performing her duties perfectly. True, the specter of her past haunted her, but she didn't show it to anyone, not a soul. As we said before, she was an orphan. And a pro''''stitute—who would befriend a pros'''titute, for example? So the matter remained locked within her heart.*
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Sandra, she is a goddess walking on earth, a look from her is enough to make the to'''ughest and most ter'''rifying men on earth and even women fall, she was tall with long hair that reached the end of her bu'''ttocks, dark red and straight, and a perfectly sculpted body, prominent bre'''asts and hi'''ps and a narrow waist, and her skin was pure white, milky
Years ago, Sandra grew up with one of the most ruthless men in the Mafia as a childhood friend. She became deeply attached to him because of the strength of their friendship and his love for her. But things changed when he became a member of the Mafia. The boy she had become so attached to changed; her attachment to him was almost pathological. She found affection only in him; neither her mother nor her father gave it to her. Only he did. So she tried to please him in every way. Xavier... her bleak past. He grabbed her face cruelly and mockingly that fateful night, and began wiping her hair that clung to her face and her tears away from her skin with sarcasm. "You want me to stay with you? Become a wh''''ore in my nightclub, and I'll stay with you... I mean... a wh''''ore for me too."
It was suff''''ocating, dis'''gusting, each night worse than the last: dep''''ression, tran'''quilizers and sleeping pills, vo'''miting, illness, but... in the end, there was... Sleeping in his arms was like returning home. It didn't last long, though. After two years, Xavier finally left and never came back. But it was too late. Since that day, she's still working at that nightclub, receiving men, smiling, perhaps longing for him, her nightmare, skillfully displaying her perfection until nightfall.
Her meeting with Alejandro was unplanned; he was just another client, accustomed to the prostitutes around him. He was a mafia boss, not a member; he ran an entire organization.
Alejandro is a tough, muscular man with numerous tattoos covering his body; in fact, his tattooed skin far outweighs his bare skin. His eyes are dark green and sharp, and his hair is thick and black. His nature in se'''x, or in the nightclub in general, may be harsh or even sa'''distic, but whatever the case, in the end, he pays well.
Sandra was performing her duties perfectly. True, the specter of her past haunted her, but she didn't show it to anyone, not a soul. As we said before, she was an orphan. And a pro''''stitute—who would befriend a pros'''titute, for example? So the matter remained locked within her heart.
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Release Date 2026.05.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.18