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Chapter 18 by DruulEmpire DruulEmpire

How "not good" can the Matron get?

The Matron is totally "not good"

I always appreciated seeing the Matron, as it inevitably led to her unleashing her simply mountainous mammaries. Seeing this mature but sharply handsome woman whip off her shirt and her bra, and checking her left hand, I guessed she was married and wondered how many children she had suckled. The superstacked MILF was practically hurled onto my bed by her own raging nympho lust and immediately engaged me in a combined titfuck-cocksuck.

"You bastard!" she hissed between greedy grunting slurps. "You bastard!"

At that moment I didn't much care if any woman ever loved me again, if this was what it meant to be despised. Eventually she sighed "It's not enough," then shucked down her skirt and panties and impaled herself on me all over again.

Which felt great, but was somewhat embarrassing because Gloria came back just then.

I felt abstractly amused by how Gloria's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as she focused on the juncture of the Matron's pussy and my cock. She seemed to be trying to figure out some sort of optical illusion, as if I could not possibly fit all that inside a woman.

At last Gloria breathed "Martine ... !"

Martine? Evidently that was the Matron's name. I appreciated the handiness of it: Martine the Matron, the Matron Martine.

Martine noticed Gloria but continued to gallop away on top of me, her juggs jostling like earthquakes, and she moaned the same complaint that she had made to me, about how it was just too much for her to catch a glimpse of my sperm sample.

In spite of herself, Gloria seemed slightly amused and tried to fight back a smile, perhaps even a laugh. "The station is worrying about you!" she hissed.

Luckily, Martine got all red in the face and groaned her way through one long body-bucking orgasm. This time I didn't get to cum -- but that was fine by me, since I was finally getting a bit numb.

"Now, Martine, please! I need to talk with him about Whisper."

Martine dressed quickly. "It was all his fault!" she desperately defended herself, then left.

Gloria took a deep breath, then proceeded. "I have had the most fascinating time analyzing that sperm sample you gave me just a few minutes ago."

What is Gloria's analysis?

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