Chapter 3: WORLDLY PLEASURE
In that small and dimly lit room.
There is no greater pleasure than being alone with a handsome young man. Touched and massaged on the most sensitive part, right in the area of the female shoots. It felt like being flown into the air.
Hover.
Until somewhere...
Especially for Mrs. Merry who is a widow, her husband died 10 years ago. Never again had he felt the pleasure of a massage. What's more massage the two shoots on his chest.
Then Mrs. Merry's eyes, which had been bulging and jolted, now began to stare gently, half-closed holding an unbearable ticklish feeling. And the hand that had been trying to stop Casanova's reckless actions was now powerless to resist. Powerless. He let the handsome young man do massages under his underwear.
Shh...
Ahhh...
"You are, Casanova… shh, insolent! You are insolent!"
Merry's mother screamed as an expression of her pleasure.
The skin pores on the white armpits were cracked. Goosebumps on the neck for a moment! The old widow was at her wit's end. Talking to yourself. Biting his lips. Sighing. Enjoying what was not found in the last 10 years.
Casanova smiled in satisfaction. He knew that his prey had fallen into this intoxicating trap.
"Just get it out, Mrs. Merry. I know inside you there is a wolf that has been confined for 10 years. You enjoyed it, right? No need to be shy. Just get it out, Mother Merry, get it out! Your savage wolf! I will be a reliable handler for the wolves of your desire."
Slowly but surely, Casanova continued his massage.
"Yes! That's right, Casanova. Continue! Shh ... go on, continue your massage! Ahh…" The old widow was out of breath. His legs stretched. Couldn't hold back the amused Casanova massage on the two sensitive shoots.
Until it took a few minutes for this to be done, finally Mrs. Merry couldn't wait anymore! He stood up, and unceremoniously kissed Casanova's thin lips and ruffled the young man's hair.
"Mmm, mmuah! Casanova, take me to your bed!"
"Sure, Mother Merry. With pleasure."
Casanovva smiled kindly. Then he led Mrs. Merry's hand to her small and dusty bed.
Mother Merry's head was placed on the pillow very carefully. Her body lay down slowly until now the woman was staring at the ceiling.
Casanova looked into Mrs. Merry's eyes very deeply.
"Do you mind if I open it?"
"Button my shirt? Oh, of course not, Casanova. Yes! Yes! Hurry up and do whatever because I have given myself completely to you."
"Wala! You are truly a generous woman, Mrs. Merry," said Casanova.
Instantly the handsome young man unbuttoned Mrs. Merry's shirts one by one. Until Mrs. Merry began to feel the cold wind blowing the surface of her stocky body.
Perfect! The old woman's body is now unobstructed.
"Is my body still attractive?" Merry's mother felt insecure, finding Casanova staring at her body in silence. "I'm 52 years old, and my body is really fat. Would you like to touch it?"
The young man was still transfixed, staring roundly at Mother Merry's white body from the neck to the bottom of his feet. Nothing came out of his mouth, and that made Mrs. Merry even more worried.
"If you don't want to touch it, then we'll just end this game, Casanova!"
Cups!
A reply using a gentle kiss. Casanova flashed a smile. "No, Mother Merry, your body is still very perfect. I have never seen the body of a woman as attractive as yours. Don't you realize that I'm astonished to see it? Indeed, your age is not young. But that didn't stop me one bit. I desire you. I want to enjoy your sexy body tonight. So please, permit me, Mother Merry."
Casanova's words just now flattered Mrs. Merry. Her cheeks were flushed red, blushing shyly. The old woman nodded as sure as she didn't mind Casanova touching her. He had given full permission to the young man.
"Do it, Casanova. Tonight I want your best game."
"Of course." Casanova stared inwardly. "I will do my best, Mother Merry. With pleasure."
Then he stripped off his clothes. Throwing it in any direction so that it looks like a nice body, with thin hairs growing on his hands and chest.
Casanova then climbed onto the bed, as quickly as he was on top of Mother Merry's fat body. On the stomach, on the arms, and also on the thighs. The lump of fat splayed out like a chicken's comb. Sweating and smelling.
Maybe to some people, it looks disgusting. But for Casanova, this is not a problem. Because in his heart Casanova has vowed, that he must be able to satisfy every woman he sleeps with.
That's the promise of a Casanova!
A few minutes later, the night that had been cold turned warm. The bed that was originally still is moving. And the passion that had been pent up for 10 years exploded, flared up in a hot romance tonight.
Merry's mother sighed. Lowed. Panting. Sweat emerged from the gaps of the pores and then glossed over her fatty white skin.
Casanova had made her levitate tonight, fondling her in one monotonous yet enchanting motion. Merry's mother was exasperated, her hands outstretched holding the edge of the couch. Sometimes he also squeezes the top of his chest and looks at the handsome young man whose face is red, enjoying Mother Merry's stocky body.
"Shh...Mrs. Merry, you are the first woman in my life that I have ever kissed!"
The saying is true. Because Casanova had never had sex before, not even a girlfriend! If Casanova objected to paying the rent for the room, how could he have a girlfriend?
An hour later, their romance has reached its peak. Casanova is moving faster and faster, and argh!! A burst of water splashed onto the surface of Merry's chubby body.
"Aww Casanova!! Awww!!!" Merry's mother screamed so loudly that her hips were shaking! His whole body convulsed for a moment, then his spirit seemed to be released, and ahh... what a relief.
The old woman went limp for a moment. His body was covered in sweat like a marathon runner had just touched the finish line.
"You are wonderful, Mrs. Merry," said Casanova. Then he got out of bed, took a handkerchief, and wiped the liquid that had been scattered on Merry's body.
"Stop! Stop it, Casanova! I can clean it myself!" said Mrs. Merry suddenly in a high-pitched voice. Like scolding the young man.
"Why? I just want to dry it."
"Not! I said no! Oh, my, what did I do just now?" Merry's mother massaged her forehead, and her face was lowered in shame because she had done something fun that she shouldn't have done.
With all his strength he then tried to get up from his sleeping position. Quickly then picked up his clothes, then put them all back on.
"You must have bewitched me into doing something this low, Casanova!" Mrs. Merry snapped pointing at Casanova. "Even though I'm a widow, I still have pride! You have bewitched me! You must have just come to the sorcerer's house and asked for magic spells, Casanova!"
The young man remained calm. Nod slowly. "There is no magic of any kind here, Mother Merry. We do it on a consensual basis. Didn't I ever force you to do it? I asked permission before doing so?"
"Hah! That's it, that's enough, Casanova! My mind is in a mess and I want to continue sleeping!" Merry's mother blushed, then left Casanova just like that. But when she arrived at the door, Mrs. Merry turned around and said, "Oh, yes, especially for this month you don't have to pay the rent for your room."
Brack! The sound of the door closing.
"Wala! This ring is truly magical," Casanova smiled with satisfaction.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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