Novel & Cerita Mature Mistress

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

Justin’s office felt unnervingly silent. The man sat behind a large black-glass desk, but his mind was far from the neatly arranged documents before him. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, replaying a nearly one-hour video that had just been sent by Teddy, his most trusted man. Justin’s expression was cold and calculating. On the screen, a petite young woman was cleaning the restroom area of his nightclub. He watched her every movement without blinking, as if he were observing a puzzle-filled film that stirred both curiosity and anger inside him.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

he whispered back longing for her to kiss him but she was luring him into an uncontrollable desire for him as she slowly undressed herself, being left with only her bra and underpants. “Do we have a deal Mathew?” she asked him while she had just lowered her hand into his pants and was about to give him a blowjob. “Yes, whatever you want” he responded looking with so much lust toward her. She then lowered his trousers and pulled out his dick, she placed herself just perfectly with her ass facing his face as she bent it over to suck him, he uncontrollably tore her pants and gently kissed her ass while she did the work on him. Priscilla was quite the devil when she was angry and on a mission. M

Thalia stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She ran her fingers through the thick hair, pushing it over one shoulder and turning to stare at the back view. The pert breasts and round ass were sculpted to perfection. There was a reason men fell at Natalia's feet. She was gorgeous. She had the type of body other women spent thousands to get but always failed. Because a human was incapable of getting such results. Only a higher power could create something so perfect.

"Go for it! Doesn't it feel good to throw water onto that bitch's face? The other time, my husband brought his mistress home and I straddled her right away before slapping her again and again. It felt so fucking good!" "It's just unfortunate that the water wasn't hot. She doesn't care about her reputation anyway, so might as well just scald her." "I'm so proud of you, Madam. There's no need to waste any effort trying to talk sense into an immoral wench like her!" "Don't any of you notice that the mistress looks like a beauty guru? It wasn't clear from a far distance, but now that the camera's gotten closer, she looks so much like her!" "It's Lana!"

My pussy was dripping and practically swollen from everything Amanda had done to me. I heard the soft click of heels on the wooden floor and I looked at the mirror in front to find Mistress stepping in. She was wearing nothing but a harness. The strap-on she had buckled on was enormous. It looked well past twelve inches long and almost as thick as my wrist, with thick veins mapped around it. My stomach clenched hard at the sight of it and I almost threw up. Mistress looked up and her lips stretched into a smile, probably amused by my reaction. “Look at you, my sweet toy. Already trembling just from seeing my cock.”

“Y—Yes, p-pleasure to meet you too. I'm not a young mistress, call me Camille— Matteo, please slow down…” So he could flirt? Not a chance. If he added more colours to her cheeks, he wouldn't like to meet my fist. “Matteo…” she whispered again. “Since you're romantically involved with one of the young masters, that makes you a young mistress. It appears you're struggling to keep up, you should slow down. She's barely catching her breath-” “Mind your own business, Gareth and next time, inform me sooner of the old man's plans.”

"Martin, thank you for looking out for me. I promise I'll work really hard! I know my abilities aren't quite there yet, but I'm willing to roll up my sleeves and start from the bottom, slowly improving myself!" But who could have known that her idea of "rolling up her sleeves" literally meant getting into bed with Martin. Soon enough, rumors were flying all over the hospital about their affair. "Martin, thank you so much for looking out for me. I promise I'll work really hard. I know I'm still lacking in skill, but I'm willing to roll up my sleeves and work hard. I'll take it slow and build myself up the right way." Turns out, when she said "work hard," she meant working hard in bed with Mar

He asked her as he inserted a finger into her center and her mouth fell open immediately while she gripped tighter to his body. “Do you know that you are now my mistress? I bought you … a house.” He stiffened as he felt her moistness, her tightness, the way her pussy contracted and wrapped around his fingers warmly, it made him drop her to the bed, spread her legs and stuck his face in between them.