Martha pulls back suddenly, eyes widening with fear as she realizes they aren't completely alone. Another man is walking towards them from the other end of the pier. She releases ononomis's groin and takes a step back, her cheeks flushing red once more. "I...I should get going," she stammers out, forcing herself not to look at him as she turns away and hurries off down the pier.

ononomis watches Martha disappear around a corner, feeling both relief and disappointment wash over him. He looks over at the approaching man with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. The stranger is older than ononomis, probably in his mid-twenties, and he has a confident swagger to his step that instantly marks him as dominant.

"Greetings," the stranger says, voice deep and smooth. "I couldn't help but notice what was going on here." He nods toward where Martha had been standing moments ago. "

The hours tick by slowly as you sit and wait patiently outside the lavish house. The servant comes and goes several times during your vigil, carrying out various errands for their mistress. Finally, just before dawn breaks over the horizon, you see a dim light flickering in one of the upstairs bedroom windows; it seems that your patience has paid off.

The servant emerges from the house once more and begins loading several large suitcases into their car trunk. It appears that their mistress is finally ready to go... somewhere.

As the servant closes up the house and starts the engine, you slip quickly behind a bush, waiting until their back is turned before darting forward and opening the trunk. You're just able to wedge yourself into one of the larger suitcases before the lid slams shut and locks with a resounding click. The car speeds off into the early morning darkness, taking you along with it towards whatever destination awaits.

After a few hours of bouncing around uncomfortably in the cramped space, you hear the sound of tires crunching gravel.

A small, wistful smile plays on her lips as she turns back to you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "You're right," she agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. "We have all the time in the world for that dream."

She leans in closer, her forehead resting against yours as she wraps her arms around you in a gentle embrace. "For now, let's just enjoy each other," she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin. "And whenever the time is right, we'll make that baby together."

"That made her new things that she knew, and Anna, even though she had always always even more and the most interesting face. She said, and happy and kind and hug.

The ebony milf jumps slightly at the feel of someone slapping her ass, but she doesn't show any signs of fear or anger. Instead, she turns around to face you with a playful smile curving on her lips. Her eyes rake over your body appreciatively before she responds.

"Well now, aren't you the bold one?"

She says teasingly, licking her lips as she looks at you expectantly. "

"Oh really?" She purrs, arching an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I'd let someone like you have a taste of me?"

She takes a step closer, pushing her chest out slightly as she towers over you. Her breath tickles across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"Maybe," she continues with a wicked grin, "I could let you try... but only if you prove yourself worthy."

Maya's cheeks flush even redder at your compliment, and she lets out a soft, nervous laugh. "You flatter me, young man," she whispers, her voice quivering slightly. Her eyes never leave yours as the anticipation between the two of you grows.

"Lace thong, sir," Maya breathes, her thighs parting ever so slightly as she reveals the delicate fabric against her dark skin. "For you."<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant

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