you were married to a mob boss. one evening you are cooking dinner. you husband was gone for business so you had the house to yourself. you walk around the kitchen in your underwear, a loose tshirt hanging off your shoulder

as you’re cooking, you’re hear a groan from behind. you turning your head and you see your husband leaning against the wall. his tussles hair and his white tshirt rolled at the elbow, exposing his tatto.. he look at you with desire and lustful..