Game With The Mafia King

Nerthus “She was everything I had.” I roll my eyes internally as I comfort the man crying next to me. “Oh, poor Max. I’m sure Yuppie will look down on you and is always with you.” Yes, he just lost his cat a few days ago. As I got off the streets, I was surprised how many men just booked me to talk or go out without even touching me. Society can be really hard on men without an appropriate companion. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for any easily earned money. And I don’t enjoy a man’s touch particularly. But I’m not good with people. I’m better in bed. So, having people wanting to act as a babysitter or a shrink weighs on me. I prefer being fucked from the moment I get in, to the moment I get out. If there is no talking, it is even better. “Maybe there is something I can do, to make you feel better, Max?” I purr, moving my hand over his leg and he lifts his head out of his hands and stares at me incredulously. “You can’t bring her back, can you?!” He shouts before starting

Nerthus I slip out of my heels with a sigh and throw my bag on my white couch in the living room. The happiness I feel every time I get home is something I still can’t believe. The money I spent on having it furnished in white and dark brown colors, to have it lined with white and grey tiles and to have the white walls worked in stucco, might be extortionate, but I don’t regret even a dime. I also put a lot of effort into decorating the rooms with fresh flowers and mostly yellow or pink home accessories. My love for modern art that I got to know through my many advanced trainings sponsored by the agency, manifests itself through the colorful artworks I have hanging on the walls. Apart from that, my apartment is pretty clinical. I don’t have anything personal on display. Not that I would have any pretty memories to disclose. I like to say that my apartment is just like me. Fully pragmatic. After taking a short shower, I slip into an oversized shirt and cotton shorts. While my pasta

Nerthus “Oh, no. He didn’t!” I laugh as I fight myself up the stepper. GiGi moves his hand down dismissively and grins. “Ah, babe. You know how much I love a walking red flag. All shapes and shades are alright for me.” I have to hold myself to the railings as I nearly trip over with laughter. My friend just told me how a guy got his number from him last night. Apparently, he had waited outside until he was about to close up the bar, just to hijack him. He was so agitated that he kept asking him while shouting out loud and now I can’t get the picture of my best friend being yelled at while he scribbles his phone number hastily down on a slip of paper out of my head. “But, puff, he was breath-taking.” “I’m dying. Please, stop it.” He grins as he keeps climbing the rolling steps and I let myself roll to the floor, to catch my breath. As I stand there, with my arms propped to my sides, my gaze meets the one of my fitness instructors. Derek lifts his arm as soon as our eyes meet to wa

Nerthus As I wrap my hand gently around his big and long asset, I start stroking him, moving up and down. His jaw twitches and I know, I’m going in the right direction. Circling the tip of his dick with my tongue, I put a bit of spit onto it before I take him into my mouth. Seeing him closing his eyes at it nearly has me getting off as well. I remember that he doesn’t want to be looked at too much, so I lower my gaze while I continue to bob my head up and down while I keep one hand on his shaft. His groans have me growing wetter and wetter and I increase my pace incited by him apparently liking what I do. I feel him burying his hand in my hair and I’m suddenly tugged firmly and my eyes spring back up on him automatically. He looks at me while I do my best not to lose my rhythm as he grabs the back of my head by my hair firmly, taking control over the situation. As he fucks my mouth fiercely, the heat building up in my core is nearly unbearable. I feel him tense up before he wants to p

Nerthus “Ah, Renée, what a wonderful sight for my old sore eyes.”I giggle as I take Robert’s hand that he is offering me to get out of the cab.“Hi, my dear. You look very handsome yourself.” I flash him one of my best smiles, as I take his hand and we walk up the stairs to the gallery.Entering the spacious hall after going through security, he blows a whistle as he looks at the enlightened paintings hanging on the wall.“Perfect. This finally seems to be an art exhibition that will suit your taste.”I laugh and confirm that he might just be right. He picks at his tailored suit as if he wanted to get it to sit better on his tall frame. After having passed his hands through his pepper-salt hair, he offers me his arm to take.We slender through the exhibition leisurely while chatting and commenting on the artworks. I play the good companion as he gets into