"Things have been really tough, for and for my daughter."
The older woman pressed her silicone-enhanced breasts against my arm, clinging to my body as tightly as she could.
Her hands sensually massaged my abdon, moving closer to my groin. Our masks had been removed long ago, so I could clearly see her face, stretched by Botox.
Her gaze was filled with lust. And, after sensually biting her full lips, she kept talking in a sexy tone. Then the woman continued to talk about her husband’s death and how things had been since then.
She said she was very shaken, overwheld by the sadness of the mont, and therefore needed soone by her side.
Personally, I just kept listening without much attention. It was obvious that all that bimbo wanted was my cock pounding her hard. Her husband had died almost a decade ago, and if it had ever affected her, she had clearly moved on.
"But the one who’s suffering the most is my daughter. Growing up without a father isn’t easy," she looked at seductively, then her fingers gently touched my cock. "I believe she needs a real man in her life."
I was surprised by what I heard, so I asked her to repeat herself, wondering if I had misunderstood sothing. That woman was really offering her daughter just to please , that was already a bit too insane.
"lissa, what are you saying?" Another woman who was in bed with shouted as soon as she heard that. "She’s your daughter, how can you say sothing like that?"
The woman was married and had been lying in a near-faint state until just a mont ago, but the absurdity of what her friend had said woke her up.
"You’re only saying that because you’re already guaranteed!" the bimbo shot back.
By the way, she was referring to the fact that I had promised her friend that we would go on a date as soon as I had ti. More specifically, I would spend a night in bed with her.
I didn’t make that promise out of any particular interest in the woman. In fact, I didn’t even rember her na.
I had talked to so many won that night that it was hard to rember all their nas. Although the only two I had slept with were that pair of friends.
Anyway, the relevant part was that she told how every year she went on a tour lasting over 100 days around the world, visiting hot springs, massage parlors, and everything possible to improve her appearance and maintain her youth.
The reason was that her husband wanted her to look young and wouldn’t accept plastic surgery. So, at 50 years old, she was desperately searching for alternatives.
But none of that mattered much. What really interested was the fact that she invited to go with her. The woman said she always invited at least 10 female and male friends. Not only that, she even offered to pay for everything for , saying she really wanted my presence.
Obviously, I refused the invitation because I needed to stay and take care of my won. Not to ntion, I had a lot to deal with.
But there was soone I really wanted the woman to invite: Charlotte. That way, she would have an excuse to spend a third of the year away from her disgusting husband.
During that ti, she could find a more definitive solution. Running away from ho, getting a divorce, or doing anything drastic didn’t seem like viable options.
First, her husband was extrely powerful. Second, her family would definitely be strongly against a separation. Not to ntion, she didn’t seem willing to abandon her children.
Besides, her entire family worked in a family business that depended on their contract with her husband’s company for 80% of their revenue.
In other words, breaking ties with him would cause even more problems, especially for a woman as incredibly empathetic as her, soone who cared more about others than herself.
"Okay, how about this? Each of us gives him our best blowjob, and then he picks the winner?" I heard one of the two say, pulling back to reality.
I smirked slightly and presented my cock to them, which they voraciously devoured, competing to see who could pleasure the most.
I couldn’t deny that it was a beautiful sight, but I had stalled for too long. It was ti to go et my favorite milf.
As soon as we arrived at the party, Charlotte and I talked for a while. Then, I approached a group of won who seed to be having fun.
I chatted with them, introducing Charlotte. It was kind of funny because most of them probably already knew her, but because of the masks, everyone was like a new person.
Especially in Charlotte’s case, she had gone out of her way to disguise herself, making sure her husband wouldn’t notice her. She wore a black wig and an extravagant mask that covered her entire face.
There was only one thing she couldn’t hide: her absolutely srizing body.
I worried a little about that, since the black dress she was wearing left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The fabric clung to every perfect curve of her body, highlighting the maternal sensuality that only she possessed. It was hard to explain why, but she was simply the supre milf, it was impossible not to notice.
Still, seeing how no one seed to recognize her, I decided I could let her enjoy herself and gossip with the group of won. anwhile, I went off to have so fun and find allies who could help her.
In the end, I accomplished all my goals, and more.
My phone was now filled with the numbers of wives I had kissed or simply chatted with. Every single one of them wanted to text them to arrange a secret eting.
And they were all planning to visit my shop later, spending their useless husbands’ money, who, at that very mont, were probably busy fucking prostitutes.
By the way, an interesting thing about the party: there were almost three tis as many won as n. The reason? The organizers had hired a bunch of won to satisfy all the n.
The purpose of the party was for people to have fun and flirt, leaving their status as married and wealthy individuals behind. However, most of those husbands simply couldn’t charm anyone without relying on the money and prestige they had.
And to ensure they didn’t leave dissatisfied, prostitutes were there to pretend to be won seduced by them. From what I heard, this was a secret that almost all the won knew, but almost none of their husbands noticed.
After all, most of the ti, after a bit of flirting, there was a tradition of going to a completely dark and locked room, maintaining anonymity.
Anyway, I obviously chose to break that tradition by taking my won to a well-lit room. And, of course, neither of them were prostitutes, even if they were horny sluts.
It was also why most wives waited for a real man who could truly win them over.
That said, I had already had enough fun for one night. So I would return to Charlotte, talk a little more with her, and then we could head ho to et Alia and the kids.
However, as I walked around looking for Charlotte, my eyes were captivated by the presence of a beautiful woman.
She had blonde hair that seed to shine like the sun and wore a sexy black dress that accentuated her curvaceous body. Additionally, her generous neckline allowed her large breasts to draw even more attention.
Without a doubt, she stood out significantly among all the people enjoying themselves at that place.
That said, all that beauty was overshadowed by her aura. Her posture, her body language, ust looking at her, you could tell she wasn’t okay.
Even though she was surrounded by a group of n and won chatting happily, she didn’t seem the least bit joyful.
Yet, no one seed to notice.
She seed to be sinking into negative thoughts at that mont.
Normally, I would just ignore such a scene, it wasn’t my role to help or listen to the problems of every person in the world.
But there was a chance she was my forr teacher. At the very least, the two had the sa body, the sa hair color, and I could almost feel a familiar and nostalgic aura.
I approached the beautiful blonde, almost certain of her identity. Still, I wanted to be sure.
But before anything else, I greeted the group politely and, without giving them a chance to object, took the blonde’s hand and dragged her away from that place.
Luckily, she didn’t put up much resistance. Perhaps she could sense my intention.
Then I entered one of the private rooms and closed the door. After that, I approached the blonde and said,
"Take off the mask."
She reacted almost instinctively and revealed her beautiful face.
Harper looked confused, but she definitely didn’t seem well. That’s why I wanted to hear what was going through her mind.
But first, I gently touched her face, then wrapped her in a hug, promising that I only wanted to help her.
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