Semua Bab Billionaires Forbidden Passion: Bab 61 - Bab 68

******For years, I had lived with my mother until maturity found me. Briefly, until I turned eighteenth years old. One of reason being, the divorce that had happened when I was five years.Even after graduating from junior secondary, I stayed with her like we used to be. That was before my mother found me doing some nasty things–like masturbating with a video of her masturbating in the middle of the night.It sounded stupid that I was getting used to spying on her masturbate at night. I have always wanted to f*ck her like how my daddy used to. Since there divorce, I had been intimate with her that I was sexually attracted.My mother was twice and something my age. Despite her aging skin, she looked gorgeous, especially now that I had noticed her darkest secret. She always shaved her p*ssy and had a round chest and a heavy, round *ss.That day, when my feeling for her overwhelmed, I purposely left the bathroom door open and started masturbating. I wished she could just walk in acciden

********My life was always on edge, especially now my posters were all over the walls and on electric posts. Briefly, I was termed as, “Wanted.”Despite that, I tossed my cap and shoved the restaurant's door open before walking into its cool hallway.Without much care, I left the door to swing at its pace and eventually banged closed. Considering that I was on the run, this place seemed perfect for someone looking for a hideout.I walked all through to where my heart desired –the pub's counter and slid my cold butt on a pink vinyl–cracked, tall, stool before ordering my favorite wine.After observing the place keenly, I noticed a notorious character on a stool at the corner of the pub.She looked deserted, except for the exotic paperback, which seemed familiar. If not spank me, or whip me, it was definitely five minutes fantasies. That made me grin, especially knowing that I had all that nasty book's content in practical.A real city's hooker, I thought.Since I couldn't drink with a

*******Despite my runaway, I decided to hook up with her the following day. That evening, I found her relaxing in an abandoned warehouse with a cigarette twitching at the edge of her mouth.I was in a flimsy raincoat and a wrinkled white shirt, a scarf around my neck and my favorite, black jeans. The waiter with many names was as good as a sl*t.To my surprise, her husband was still roaming at the corners of the warehouse, while puffing his cigarette.The rusty pipes encircling the building walls dripped with unclear liquids, and the roof tattled ominously. Meanwhile, my girl had already planned everything, including her exotic scene to pour her dangerous love.She wriggled her bottom seductively, her shirt school–designed skirt exposing her white panties every time she bent. With that, I maneuver into her direction, grabbed her panties and dropped it.Without hesitation, I slipped my shaft in her tunnel and pushed it deeper. Instantly, she moaned desperately while her husband cleare

****** Ivy dropped her phone and grabbed her opponent's shoulders again, then shoved her from the bed to the chair next to her bed. With that, she pulled her hands hastily and cuffed her wrist. Meanwhile, she grabbed a stocking from her drawer and tied her legs, too. “Why don't you cuff my waist, honey?” Grace asked, tauntingly, while laughing wildly. Ivy noticed that the woman wasn't protesting a thing, but instead remained composed and willing to be cuffed. That motivated her to dash away, and observed her incredulity. With that, Grace chuckled softly and suggested, “Why don't you pull my panties off? I'll be glad if you tie me stripped.” From a distance, Ivy noticed how her face dazzled with glee, and her bronze skin curled with pleasure each time she touched her. Meanwhile, she dropped her lower lips, blinked her long, dark eyelashes with excitement and smiled. She was cheerful: like nothing harmful was going to happen to her, regardless her fault. Nevertheless, tha