Leaving her, so he could prepare for fun

Poor Olivia who had just heard about the possibility of stains on her husband's armchair, an armchair that was too narrow for her supernaturally rounded hips. She wiped everything off the chair at the table and ran worriedly towards the living room. In front of the armchair she accidentally tripped, opened her mouth because of it, falling with her lips right on those stains, applying them like lipstick, thick, slimy, gooey yellow lipstick. She didn't care, her appearance wasn't important and Mark's armchair, she couldn't put two and two together to associate that these stains could be related to their new tenant, such thoughts and judgments would be rude after all, it was better to blame herself. However, before she started applying the cleaning products that she happened to have at hand, she thought

– "Is this a good idea at all? I know that this armchair is expensive, are these products not gonna ruin the material"

When Olivia was thinking how to get rid of the stain, unintentionally, but still like a natural slut she stuck her butt up, waving it slightly from side to side. Otto, as he is, approached her sticking out butt with the intention of a powerful slap, but then the realization hit him. Olivia's absurd buttocks were still covered in his filth, as was most of her body. And *ATTENTION* it even disgusted him, in a great act of altruism he decided that she should be given time to finally clean herself up (as if it was her fault). However, one pleasure he could not pass up, he reached out and

*SNAP*

– Eek! - Olivia squealed, she felt pain in her tailbone area and looked back, and her *stepson* was standing behind her, grinning. He tugged hard on the bottom of her bikini so he could release them and they shot back like a slingshot at Olivia.

– You know Olivia I'll change and go for a walk around the neighborhood to get to know the area.

– Oh, yes. Akhem... that's a great idea - she said this still sticking out her cute but dirty ass to him

While walking away he snapped another photo of her and said

– I suggest you finally take a bath, because you stink a little from sweat and change your clothes, because walking around in a bikini all day is a bit lewd. Or are you trying to seduce me with this outfit behind my dad's back, you're a really dirty woman.

– No, I'm sorry. Forgive me, I just...

*SLAM*

He slammed the door, not letting her finish her excuse. When he left he could already feel the colder evening air, which didn't change the fact that was still very hot and Otto still stank. To think that he had spent almost the entire day by the pool, and hadn't even thought about going in once, because he preferred to mark Olivia with his filth as his property. The only one with liquids was me, and even then they were sweet drinks, you could forget about water to wash yourself. He went to the bus stop he had been late for, which turned out to be a blessing for him. After a while he arrived as he had checked earlier, sat at the end where he liked, and people smelling his stench moved to the front. The reason he was taking the bus was because he had to go home and take the necessary items with him if he was going to live with Olivia for this week and get the most pleasure from her. He was just blurting out what he was going to do with her body and that he hoped to corrupt her and appropriate her as his personal brainwashed sperm hungry bimbo milf slut cow. Could she even do that? Is her love for his "daddy" stronger than his degradation, if she didn't try she wouldn't know, but she knew she had to win since her time was limited, although quite long. However, he knew one thing for sure that even if he didn't manage to dominate her, he would definitely penetrate her holes, all 3 holes, to their deepest depth. He dreamed about it the whole way until he got there, still leaving that stench on the bus, some passengers even got off a few stops earlier than they planned. He entered his building. There was no one there as usual. Otto had never met his mother, he didn't even know if she was even alive. No pictures from his childhood, the only thing he knew was that even when he was young, when he was a child, he wasn't pretty. On the other hand, his father (the real one), all he did was transfer money so that Otto wouldn't die of hunger and thirst, but he didn't check what he bought, and it was only junk food and sweet drinks. He would sometimes show up at school to listen to the teacher at school that Otto needs to stop being a creep and have better hygiene, but he never listened, sometimes he would just throw it to his son when he happened to meet him or saw him in passing to use deodorant. He rarely showed up at home, because he went to a bar with his buddies for work, and then he slept with whores. Otto went into the apartment, then to his garbage dump, excuse me, room. No one ever kept an eye on his order, so why should he? A stuffy room with a stained carpet, mold on the walls, trash scattered around, posters of half-naked women, a desk with a laptop in the middle, with a bed next to it that was downright rotten, and occasional socks that were already stiff from his liquid miasma. He took out his backpack, packed a few things that he thought would help him have fun. As he was leaving his flat with a full backpack, he looked back and said

– It's time for fun - then closed the door