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Chapter 55 by Roar of The Winning Punch Roar of The Winning Punch

The Two Players Meet

Game oh

Miranda went into the bathroom before me and checked to make sure we’d be alone. Then I herded Brooke and Daisy inside. Mel… still in a dumpster.

“Good evening Thetis. I think it’s time we had a face to face.”

The buxom milf before me licked her lips, and leaned against the sink. Without any shame at all, she continue to make circles underneath her pants. “Sorry baby boy, Thetis isn’t here right now. Mama T, on the other hand has plenty of time for you.”

Thank you Nurse Candy.

“I’m not too crazy about the name Mama T.”

“Just Mommy then.”

I smiled, “Mommy I’m good with.”

“This is Thetis?” Brooke asked, looking awfully dissapointed. “What’s wrong with her?”

Mommy moaned, and rubbed her pussy. “What’s wrong with me is that this stud’s right here, and I’m not getting fuck. Come on little boy, fuck me on the bathroom floor.”

Daisy and Brooke both gasped, and even Miranda looked a little concerned. “Pathetic.” She whispered to herself. “Is there anyone who doesn’t want to fuck you?”

I smiled. “What do you think?” She smiled back.

“She has a trait available for you to choose.” Miranda informed me. “Shall I tell you what it is?”

“No baby, that’s alright. I’ve got her.” I approached the cougar, cautious as I would be with any big cat. “You want me, Mommy?”

“Yes.” She grabbed my junk, and jostled it in her hand. “And you want me. So get your little girlfriends out of here.”

I winced, she was yanking on my balls. This was still a woman with -100 SP with me. She just happened to want me in this moment. “Why don’t we head someplace more private?”

“Cause I want you now.” She squeezed my balls in her hand, and I winced. “This is my house. No one’s going to stop me from getting my tube packed, okay?”

“Mmm.” Ball, squeeze, hard. “Yes ma’am.” Think fast, before she squeezes your nuts to ****. “There’s just this toy, that I want to use.”

She purred. “Mmm My little boy’s kinky huh? naughty.” She growled like an actual cat, and scratched at my chest with her long tacky nails. “Okay, we can go play elsewhere.” She bit her fat juicy lip.

I looked back at Miranda. “I’m scared.”

Miranda nodded. “I would be too.”

What's there to be scared of?

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