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Finishing with Valera, using a blowjob to clean up my stained cock, I went up to my apartnt, changed my clothes, grabbed my car keys, and went down to the garage.
Just like Sade had promised, my BMW had been returned, the keys inside it. But rather than drive the German machine, I entered my Camaro.
Having spent much of the day wetting my dick and curing my hunger, I should have been in my apartnt bent over my books, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity before .
Not only was I going to squeeze a massive ass, but I was also going to suck on magnificent titties and receive the best blowjob a human could get.
Reading was important, but I could shore up a bit tomorrow morning. Best of all, there was Sade, who would be within 100 ters of .
It was 5:25 when I started the engine of my car. After warming it up, I drove out of the garage and onto the road.
Within 20 minutes, I arrived at my destination. I ca out and walked in front of a long building that had two massive words above it:
CAKE'S DINER
After buying the place, I had been ready to have Nadia sell it off, but then Martha returned there, and in the end, I had to give it a new na.
I loved cake in all its forms, so I figured—why not use it as the na for my place?
5 p.m., and there was already a healthy population within the diner. From what Nadia told , it had to do with the fact that I maintained all the staff and even gave them healthier, beautiful salaries.
I hadn't said anything to Nadia yet, but the finances of the place had to be looked into so it could be determined if I was running at a loss or profit.
"Excuse , sir, how can I help you?" a young redhead dressed in a red uniform behind the counter asked.
"Hello, I'm looking for Martha."
"Is there a problem, sir?" the lady cautiously asked.
"We're friends. I have sothing important to tell her."
"Who are you?"
"Marcus."
"Okay, please take a seat. Martha will be inford of your presence and will co to et you as fast as possible."
"Thank you."
It took only a few seconds before a different lady in red walked over to and invited to the back of the establishnt.
I was led through a door and a short corridor and placed before another door.
The lady knocked, and when a voice ca from inside telling us to co in, she turned the handle and we walked in.
"Lola, thank you. You can leave," Martha politely dismissed her.
"Damn, I never imagined you to be a woman who would sleep her way to the top."
Moving forward, I sought to tease Martha and ignite the ambiguous atmosphere that usually prevailed when we were together.
Martha gave no reaction to my words, showing neither surprise nor interest at my presence.
I had to go around her desk and stand beside her before I was even looked at.
"Is there a problem?"
"Normally, lovers are excited when they see their partner who's been gone for a very long ti."
"And?"
"Aren't you excited to see ?" I stooped over and brought my face close to hers, my right hand holding up her chin.
"No," she answered unhesitatingly.
"Well, I am."
Eliminating the rest of the distance, I pressed my lips on Martha's, first letting the electricity run through us at our contact, and then I moved my lips.
Parting my way through, I first got Martha's lower lips, sucking on them even though the woman remained frozen, and then I went for her upper lip.
Martha looked like she was planning just how harshly she would have to punch to end in a single hit.
Without much confidence, I sent out my tongue, and I don't even know when, but it entered Martha's mouth—and the woman's lips moved.
From being passive, Martha beca active, and in the silence of the room, we kissed each other, my fingers stroking Martha's cheek.
"You know, no one will whip you if you say you miss ."
"That would be lying."
I stood up straight, my right hand stroking Martha's hair and a grin on my face as the woman stared at my crotch, which was just in front of her, sporting a long, thick bulge.
"Marcus, I have work to do at the mont."
"Where's the manager?"
"He was ill today and failed to inform us early. I'm here trying to get his work in order, especially since he won't be coming in tomorrow."
"Hm... what punishnt does he get?" I asked, unbuckling my belt, looking down at Martha whose eyes were following every move of my hand.
"Carl is a good guy. He's been here for more than a year and has always treated us fairly. You can't define a man by his one slip-up."
"Hmm..."
As Martha finished her words, I reached into my pants and pulled out my rod. Returning my right hand to her head, I brought it forward to my at.
I didn't need to say a word; when the tip of my dick touched Martha's lips, they parted, her tongue coming out to receive my magnificent cock.
It was on a lower level than her daughter, but I could feel a strong sense of satisfaction rush through Martha as her lips wrapped around my cock.
A thrill of pleasure and excitent ran through when she closed her eyes and, keeping her hands by her sides, began twisting her head left and right as she sucked, taking in more of my length with each passing second.
Valera had just gotten fucked by this dick, and now her mother was sucking it. The flas in were fanned.
The woman's face was one of tranquillity and peace as she ate up my at, and my heart couldn't help but warm up at the sight.
There was a sexual air between us, but at the sa ti, without using any tricks from the system, there was also an atmosphere of comfort and happiness.
Sinking into the feel of my surroundings, I closed my eyes to further enjoy the quiet and the pleasure going through , but just after so seconds, I had to blink them open.
[Ding!! All your rewards and exploits so far have been calculated.]
[Ding!! The golden tree has been recalibrated and is now available.]
[Ding!! For a successful mutation, there are benefits for you.]
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