Under the magical influence of Cute Charm, the assistant MILF had completely devolved into Lorze's private sex toy.
The two of them were stripped bone-naked, tangled together as they perford a mutual full-body massage.
Their soft skin rubbed and grinded relentlessly, and the sensation of their bellies pressed together made the assistant's expression turn completely vacant and dazed.
She couldn't stop kissing the boy; her body was burning with a feverish heat, yet the boy cruelly refused to enter her.
The lack of penetration was driving her absolutely insane with unfulfilled lust!
As darkness fell, the boy unceremoniously abandoned the desperate, thirsty housewife in the office.
He simply hooked his arms around his mother and Auntie and headed ho.
Left unsatisfied, the woman stared blankly into space for a long ti, only jolting awake when her husband called her phone.
She looked down at her body, covered in the boy's wet saliva marks.
She even saw the residual, sticky puddles of cum on the sofa left behind from the boy's frantic session with his mother.
Driven by a depraved impulse, she kept her husband on the line while she reached down, scooped up the cold cum, and sared it deep into her own wet "stream."
I want it so bad... I want him...
But I have a husband... a family... what the fuck am I doing?
If I keep saring this inside , I might actually get pregnant with his child!
Hubby... I'm so sorry!
Lorze had truly left the assistant alone on purpose.
He wanted to see exactly how lonely and desperate she would get, and more importantly, if she would still crave him after the Cute Charm status wore off.
If she still wanted him, it proved the feelings generated during infatuation were permanent ntal brands.
That ant he could charm and ravish any MILF he wanted without worrying about them regretting it once they sobered up~.
But for now, since they were ho, it was ti for an orgy with Mom and Auntie Roxanne!
The second they stepped through the door, no words were needed.
Everyone instinctively stripped until they were glistening and naked.
They had grown accustod to living without clothes at ho, loving the way they could tempt little Lorze with their bare flesh.
Lorze didn't hold back; he hoisted one woman into each arm and sprinted for the bedroom.
He began a violent assault on their pussies, determined to pound them until their "streams" overflowed into a tidal wave of submission!
He filled their deepest depths with his thick, hot cum, ensuring their bellies were heavy with his essence so they wouldn't feel lonely~.
They played until they collapsed from exhaustion, falling into a deep, tangled sleep.
When Lorze woke the next morning, his arms were full of Auntie Roxanne, Ruo, and Ralts.
As for his mother...
She had spent the entire night sprawled on top of him.
She had beco addicted to the feeling of sleeping with his cock still buried deep inside her "stream."
Having that thick mass plugging her up made her feel physically and ntally whole. She was lost in it...
The mont they both woke up, she imdiately began grinding against him again, her eyes glazed with a terminal level of depravity.
She had fallen too far into the abyss to ever find her way back~.
They showered together, and even during breakfast, they remained rged.
They perford "morning exercises" in front of everyone, continued the madness in Roxanne's car on the way to work, and didn't stop even after reaching the building.
Ralts simply Teleported the joined mother-and-son duo directly into the private office so they could keep fucking without a break.
His mother had only one thought: Lorze was never allowed to leave her body!
Not for a single heartbeat! He had to stay inside her womb forever!
Co on~! Pump more cum into Mommy! It only belongs to !
This scene of animalistic madness completely stunned the assistant MILF when she walked in to start her shift.
After a night of reflection, she had tried to convince herself that a married woman shouldn't be hunting for teenage dick.
How could she even lay a hand on a boy?
Even if... even if that boy was the most handso creature she had ever seen.
If she were younger, she would have given herself to him for free, even if it ant being his used-up trash.
But she had a family now! For the sake of her daughter, she couldn't fall!
She had entered the office determined not to repeat yesterday's shaful behavior.
But the second she saw the mother and son entangled on the sofa, the phantom ache of not being filled last night ca roaring back.
Truthfully, she had tossed and turned all night, her skin itching for his touch, her pussy aching with a hollow, throbbing void.
She knew exactly what she wanted: she wanted that massive tool that was making her boss look so blissfully "broken."
She craved the invasion and the filling, yet her conscience scread that a "virtuous wife" couldn't let such a thing desecrate her.
If she let him in, her spirit would be permanently stained; she would beco a total slut for his cock, unable to live without it.
She knew the risks, yet her body was a traitor, screaming for the boy.
I... what should I do?
As she watched the live show, her eyes grew misty. Eventually, she couldn't help but reach under her skirt to try and soothe her own flood.
But her own fingers were a pathetic substitute for what she really needed. The more she rubbed, the more she trembled in agony.
Right then, Lorze's mother—the "Devil" herself—appeared at her side, whispering into her ear.
"Co on. There's sothing much better than fingers here. Stop torturing yourself and let go. It feels so good to be a slut~. Look at ; I've never been happier~."
"No... I can't... I have a family..." The assistant's logic was burning away, yet she was already walking toward the sofa.
"Everyone has a family. I have one too, don't I? It's fine. No one will ever know, and no one will bla you."
"I... I... mmmph!"
His mother finished the temptation by pushing the woman directly into her son's waiting arms.
Silence followed. The assistant's mouth was sealed by a hungry kiss, and her "stream" was instantly plugged by a massive, hot rod that reached her very core.
The sheer fullness—the sensation of every lonely corner being filled—made her body convulse.
She clung to Lorze like a drowning woman, greedily devouring the happiness she had craved.
Nngh... so big... so full...!
I'm... I'm going to break...!
Then, the mother's demonic voice whispered again: "I rember you saying your husband travels for business often, right? From now on, when he's away, bring your daughter to our house. We can spend all night, every night, serving our Master together~."
The assistant was so far gone she could only moan in agreent: "Serve... Master..."
In a state of pure ecstasy, she was pounded into a total collapse, her womb filled to the brim with his hot cum.
Her eyes finally settled into the permanent, heart-shaped pupils of a slave. She was never going back.
From that day on, whenever her husband left town, she would take her daughter to Lorze's ho.
They would stay for days, serving him in a frantic rotation of filth, barely leaving the bedroom.
Until finally, she never wanted to return to her own ho at all, content to remain a permanent household appliance for her Master...
Lorze finally understood: Cute Charm was a nuclear weapon against ordinary people.
Once they were deeply infatuated, his mark was branded into their psyche forever.
Even when their logic returned, they could no longer find the strength to refuse him.
But "deeply infatuated" required a ntal rge—a kiss, or prolonged exposure to his aura.
Without that rge, people would just be montarily distracted, like the other staff mbers who had only looked at him from afar.
But that was fine. He'd just "spiritually rge" with any MILF he took a liking to from now on.
It saved him the embarrassnt of accidentally charming every ugly woman he walked past in the street.
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