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The Glorious Life Of Mr. Smith

Chapter 8 Wild Sex

Word Count: 1382    |    Released on: 01/06/2021

hed on Garry's face now th

t? You don't know what you are talking about

ever seen a naked woman, le

sex excited him, but

rection usually didn't last

ating if he only last

was finding the right p

usually had problems lo

mock him if he took a long ti

ome off it. I know a virgin when I see one. You are such a handsome man. Why

t. I'd love to see how yo

he maintained a bold front. He coul

dress and put on white silk st

eady to fuck me now?" Caitlin walked

and his penis prodded his p

ot bad!" h

m and directed h

nd urged him on, Garry thr

her vagina sent a pleasurable

felt in the past twenty ye

clouded

eal to him now was the pleas

ymore. He moved his dick

and groans increase

d pounded her

hurry up! I

ept urgin

ion of flesh, Caitlin

ulated and his

lt. It was such a shame tha

r vagina, he bowed his head. He w

n bed, but it turned out that

ng the first time they have sex," Caitlin said comfortingly

his penis to be erect again. He pushed her on the bed

e else? You can take me from the back th

I'd lov

er obediently in

back. Her buttocks were facing him. She stared at Garry with anticip

ner slipped into her dr

aster. Pound me faster and ha

rward request surprised Garry.

y! I can't stand it anymore. Please

e top of her lungs as

whole day. He put her in different posi

when she fainted. Garry felt pleased with

they got dressed and w

. She limped as she walked with her legs slightly pa

Garry's opinion. More so, she had helped him get

otel, Garry receive

rant tonight. All the top employees of your family's business

I'll

l, Allard sent Garry

ve into the premi

n got out

nned skin. He also exuded

My name is Stone Miller.

d to plaster a smile

a difference. Like his name, h

ldn't hel

ing Garry, Stone was sil

He started the vehicle and guided the car s

is head how he was going to deal with the directors of the

he caught sight o

the

on Garry and slowed

t it was Shelly's car. It stopped rig

Bar was a notoriou

here were even stories about how women got dr

s would stay away

Shelly

t when he saw a figure that looked to

park the car in

e car and quietly foll

ith turbid air, the abominable smell of perfum

as filled with women in hea

e started to f

liar figure to a private room,

ng-looking security guards said in a very unf

hey could tell that Ga

s is no place where you can just waltz in.

o step back. He was thinking ab

re was a disturbance

e and it looked like the security guards

private room's door rushed to help them. The other one

that no one was looking,

ell

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The Glorious Life Of Mr. Smith
The Glorious Life Of Mr. Smith
“Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen. From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck. Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university. Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must've looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me. On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person. That day I saw my father in a new light. My father's coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce. I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, "Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?" My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. "Son, I know you've suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn't have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it's not enough!"”