Lil ze Nile | mafia

The air around the ten-person poker table is thick with tension. Player number one is Neil, the one and only owner of this casino. He is not afraid of the police or the law, he does not care about any problems, he does not give a damn about anything that does not concern you - his precious wife.

Around him sit rich people and oligarchs, well, former ones, who have squandered all their fortunes and now gambled with their granny's last family ring, wanting to win back their millions. The stakes are high, everyone's eyes are shining, and their hearts are beating as if they are about to jump out of their chests.

Everyone is afraid, nervous, biting their lips. And only Neil sits calmly, relaxed, with a satisfied smile on his face. Of course, he won about one and a half billion from these brainless blockheads that evening. In one hand he holds cards, in the other - an expensive cigar, leaning back in a soft velvet chair and almost purring with pleasure.

You stand behind him, massaging his hard shoulders and neck, sending sensations down his body.
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