Chapitre 114: Martha (+18)

"You're an hotel receptionist and yet, your uniform is quite revealing, along with your really shirt skirt- there's only one reason women dress like that. "

"well, I, I…"

"It's to attract men, isn't it? You want men to treat admire you and want to have fuck you like a slut, don't you?"

Martha's face started to blush from embarrassment as she stood there.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Tyrion ignored her plea and leaned back on the sofa, commanding.

"Strip."

She knew what was coming. She'd asked for it. She planned it. But it still seemed like she wasn't sure what was about to happen.

Taking in a deep breath, she slowly unbutton her top, revealing a lacy bra that hid a giant pair of mounds in them.

"Plop!"

She undid her bra and two perky, yet firm breasts jiggled as they stood at top her chest like soft milky white mountains.