Thinking about Vicki's future lovers

While walking to work, it finally dawned on Aaron that Vicki would never be able to get a boyfriend because of him. His cock had absolutely demolished her pussy, her throat, and her anal hole. There was nothing for any other man to explore, nobody who could match his size or skill. Put simply, every male who would try to penetrate Vicki, who would try and establish a relationship with her, would fail simply because they wouldn't be able to measure up to him. Aaron, whose cock and technique dwarfed all men in Gotham. If Aaron got Vicki to admit that Bruce Wayne, Batman himself, had a tiny dicklet and fumbling hands, then the remaining men of Gotham stood no chance. Aaron made Vicki scream at the top of her lungs at how much better he was–at how much deeper he was going–how fast and hard and big he was. It would be a surprise if the entire block didn't hear it.

It was sad. From the look of things, Vicki would end spending the next five years of her life lusting after him, never being able to move on.

'Maybe I really did go overboard.' Sigh. 'It is what it is.'

His phone received a notification. He ignored the sound in his pocket. He was already a few minutes late to work. The buzz came again and again and again until Aaron could stand it no longer. He read seven notifications from Tanya.

< Tanya: Hello, how are you? Work has been cancelled due to a gas leak. Please come to this address for our agreement.

The message came an hour ago. Along with it were similar messages from his supervisor. She was telling the truth and not just making up an excuse for sex.

< Tanya: Hello? I hope you are awake. Because of the gas leak, work is cancelled. Instead, you should come to this hotel at 10 o'clock.

What was this, a business email? There was a hyperlink and everything. There were two more messages on top of the ones sent before, similarly ****.

< Tanya: Hello? Are you awake?

< Tanya: I'm lonely.

Aaron sighed and put in his response.

> Aaron: I'll be there.

She was typing. A minute later, her message came through. Aaron cringed.

< Tanya: Okay! Please come! I'm really wet!

If there was a Guinness world record for the worst cougar in the world, Tanya would take that award and eat it. She was terribly out of touch. Seven million dollars was seven million dollars though.