Harem app-Chapter 136: Cruise trip part 1

Luckily, I was able to get rid of that angel easily. He asked me a few questions.

Then, he confessed that he was having problems in his relationship with his wife. Apparently, she wasn’t satisfied with him... maybe because he was too small. I don’t know, that was just the funny explanation I came up with for myself.

Anyway, he was surprisingly open and just asked for some advice. And, despite being quite afraid of saying something wrong, I gave him advice.

In return, he also gave me a piece of advice: die. More specifically, he said I had the potential to become an angel after death, and since the flow of history didn’t seem very positive for me, he recommended suicide.

I respectfully declined the offer.

By the way, he also healed all my injuries. He simply touched the center of my chest, and all my fatigue disappeared. I felt more energized than ever.

As soon as I returned to the real world, I wondered if I had made the right decision. Helena, a bit concerned, warned me that she had received several calls from Vanessa, who was very upset.

The reason? I hadn’t gone to work, and because of that, the store was closed. The strange part was that Isabel had also missed work, especially on that day.

To top it off, there must have been a crowd of customers waiting for me because I had spoken to them the night before.

I sighed deeply and said I would be there as soon as possible. I tried to explain to her over the phone that there had been some major emergencies, which is why I couldn’t go.

That said, she wasn’t interested in hearing explanations, she just wanted me there as soon as possible. She said she could explain in person.

Luckily, Helena offered to help me and testify on my behalf. Zoe also offered to drive us there.

I thought at least I might have some luck with things going well, but we soon ended up stuck in traffic, which only delayed my arrival at work even more.

I couldn’t help but think about the bad luck the angel had mentioned and sigh, worrying about how things had turned out.

"Look, to that cool bird!" Helena exclaimed, her voice unusually animated as she pointed out the window.

I glanced at her, puzzled by her sudden excitement. She wasn’t usually this bubbly, maybe she wanted to lift my spirit up? Well, anyway, I looked at her.

Then, I was met with an undeniably alluring sight. The way she leaned forward caused her skirt to ride up ever so slightly, offering me a tantalizing glimpse of her delicate, lace-trimmed underwear.

The fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the softness beneath, and my gaze lingered despite my best efforts to look away.

Besides, her posture was deliberately provocative, her back arched elegantly, her hips tilted just enough to emphasize the fullness of her plump rear, which pressed against the edge of the seat.

To complete that naughty scene, the mini-skirt she wore only added to the allure. Its hem was teasingly short, paired with thigh-high stockings that accentuated the length and smoothness of her legs.

She was so sexy, with curves in all the right places.

"Pervert," she said suddenly, her voice teasing as she glanced over her shoulder at me.

"A little, I admit," I replied, unable to deny it.

She smirked, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You know, I’m not wearing a bra right now." Her voice was sexy and alluring.

"What? Why?" I asked, caught off guard by her boldness. "It’s not time for that, and Zoe is just there driving."

"I don’t mind, just have fun, you two," the woman soon gave us the green light.

Then Helena argued that, since we were stuck in the traffic jam, it didn’t matter what we did, we had no choice but to wait.

As she spoke, she leaned in closer to me. The abrupt shift caused her ample breasts to sway sexily, the soft curves straining against the fabric of her thin shirt. I could see the sexy shape of her hard nipples, as they pressed against the fabric.

My gaze was instinctively drawn to the hypnotic motion. She was too sexy. And thanks to her proximity, the intoxicating, and the faint scent of her perfume only added to the allure.

"You’re such a pervert," she teased again, her eyes narrowing as if she could read my thoughts.

Well, it wasn’t really hard to guess what I was thinking at that moment. And my huge bulge probably gave it away even easier.

"Maybe you deserve a reward," she interrupted, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper. She lifted her skirt slightly, revealing more of her toned thighs. But as she shifted in her seat, the delicate fabric of her stockings caught on something and tore with a soft rash.

"Ugh, they’re completely ruined now," she complained, pouting as she examined the damage. Without hesitation, she began to peel the stockings off, right there in front of me.

Of course, I glanced at the small show she was giving me. Helena noticed my gaze and even seemed to love it.

"You’re getting excited, aren’t you?" she purred, her eyes locking onto mine, as a horny smile took over her face.

"You are just too sexy, not to look."

She smiled happily at my response, biting her lower lip as she gave me an even hornier look.

"What if I do this? How will you react?" she asked, her voice dripping with challenge. She leaned back slightly, her thighs now fully exposed, and began to slowly slide her panties down.

The sight of her bare skin, combined with the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing a bra, was almost too much to handle.

"Will you resit, or will you rape me in the mid of the city, inside this small car?" She asked with a sexy tone, driving me crazy.

I couldn’t help but steal glances, even as I tried to resist her provocations. It was impossible not to look, she was irresistible.

"Are you curious if I was telling the truth about the bra?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry murmur. She paused, leaving her panties halfway down her thighs, the fabric tantalizingly visible.

"Do you know this is not the best place for it, right?" I asked, partially worried that someone might see us. And, mostly, because I wanted to see her teasing me more.

"Maybe, but can you resit to my sexy titis?" She ran her hands slowly over her chest, her fingers brushing against the fabric of her blouse. I could almost feel the softness of her skin just by watching.

I was at a loss for words, completely captivated by her. My cock strained against my pants, and I wondered if I should keep watching her little show or just give in and take her right then and there. The thought of bending her over the backseat, her skirt hiked up and her perfect ass exposed, was almost too tempting to resist.

"Come get me," She teased, then leaned back further, her thighs parting slightly as she continued to slide her panties down. The fabric was now bunched around her knees, and the sight of her bare skin was maddening.

"You’re playing with fire," I warned, my voice rough with desire.

"Oh, I know," she said, her tone playful yet daring. "But I’m ready to get burned, you know?"

Then she started to slowly unbuttoning her blouse. But she buttoned it just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. She was testing me even more.

"You’re not the only one who can play games," I said, my voice low and commanding. My hand slid higher, tracing the curve of her hip, and she shivered under my touch. Her breath hitched as I leaned in closer, my lips grazing her ear. "You wanted to see how far I’d go, didn’t you?"

Helena’s eyes widened, but there was no fear in them, only excitement. She bit her lower lip, her chest rising and falling with each quickened breath. "Maybe I did," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Somo get you horny slut, baby?"

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She melted into me, her hands tangling in my hair as she kissed me back with equal fervor. The taste of her was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.

The traffic outside seemed to fade away, the world narrowing down to just the two of us. My hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve of her hot body.

"You’re mine," I growled against her lips, my voice thick with possessiveness. "And I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name."

Helena’s response was a breathless moan, her body arching into mine as I claimed her completely. The city outside continued to move, oblivious to the storm of passion raging inside the car.

When we finally arrived at our destination, she was trembellying, after cuming so many times.

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