The wet, sliding sounds of her skin frictioning against my erection filled the small, humid balcony. The visual was purely explicit... her lying back on the cushions, completely naked and flushed from our previous rounds, using her gorgeous, slender feet to ruthlessly milk me while the storm raged outside.

"Oh, fuck... faster, Kim," I panted, my breathing turning shallow as the intense, focused pressure brought me right back to the absolute brink of total collapse. The built-up tension in my lower stomach was becoming a heavy, burning ache. "I’m getting close... I’m seriously going to blow."

"Then do it, Evan. Shoot it all over me," she whispered darkly, her eyes locking onto mine with an intense, burning hunger as she maxed out the speed of her strokes. Her feet were moving in a frantic, tight blur, the friction so intense it felt like pure fire wrapping around my skin. "Show me exactly how much you love me. Dump it all!"

The sheer, overwhelming sensation completely shattered my remaining control. My hips gave a sharp, involuntary twitch forward, my muscles locking up as a massive, explosive orgasm ripped through my entire frame.

The first powerful, pressurized rope of my climax shot violently from the tip, completely bypassing her feet and flying straight through the air, hitting Kim directly across her flushed cheek and jawline.

"Oh!" Kim gasped, her eyes widening in pure surprise as the hot, thick fluid splattered against her skin.

I couldn’t stop it. I roared out, my head tossing back as stream after stream of thick cum shot out in rapid succession, painting her chest, her stomach, and coating the smooth tops of her feet as she kept up the tight, sliding pressure until the very last drop pulsed out of me. The release was incredibly deep, completely draining the absolute last of my energy.

Slowly, the intense throbbing subsided, and my cock gradually softened, slumping down into a heavy, half-hard state between her ankles. I sat there, my chest heaving, completely covered in sweat and utterly spent.

Kim blinked, a soft, amused smile slowly spreading across her face as she reached up with two fingers to wipe a thick trail of my cum from her cheek. She looked down at her messy stomach and then looked back up at me, letting out a soft, melodic laugh.

She extended her leg, using her big toe to playfully tap and tease my half-hard dick one last time, making it twitch weakly.

"Welp," Kim said, sliding her legs back and swinging them over the edge of the sunbed as she stood up, stretching her beautiful, naked body. "Guess I’ll be taking another shower before bed... again. Clean yourself up, Marlowe."

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Evan Marlowe [Level 22]

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EXP: 2000/ 41895

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Current Credits: 33000c

Current SC: 312

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I woke up to my phone ringing on the nightstand. It took me a second to remember where I was, because I had fallen asleep in Kim’s bed with her and my brain was still half-buried in sleep when I reached for the phone. My eyes barely wanted to open. The clock showed nine in the morning, and I felt completely drained. Between Penelope last night and then Kim afterward, yesterday had worn me out more than I wanted to admit.

I fumbled for the phone, missed it once, then finally grabbed it and checked the screen. Cora was calling.

"Hello?" I answered with a tired sigh. "Cora?"

"E-Evan," she said awkwardly. "Dakota has some shady people in the pawn shop right now. They turned the sign over to closed."

I sat up a little straighter immediately. "Really?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I can’t be sure, but it looks suspicious."

"Maybe it’s drug-related," I muttered, already thinking through the possibilities.

"Maybe," she said. "I just can’t tell for sure."

"You did good, Cora," I said, getting up from the bed and heading for the door. "Can you stay there until I get there?"

"Of course," she replied. "I’ll keep watching."

"You’re the best," I said with a small smile. "Thanks."

"Heh-heh... I’m the best..."

The call ended, and I shoved the phone into my pants pocket. I earned a few more "good boy" points and a little favor from Cora. But since I was already at 100 out of 100 with her, they didn’t count for anything.

As I walked past the kitchen, I saw Minne inside stirring a pot of soup. Her maid outfit was neatly in place, and she had that soft, cheerful expression she always wore when she was in a good mood.

"Morning, Master."

"Morning, honey," I said without slowing down. "I’ve got to go. Can you prepare something fast for me?"

"Oh... o-okay, Master."

"Thanks, sweetie."

I went into the master bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and quickly changed into fresh clothes. I splashed on some perfume, checked myself in the mirror for a second, and then headed back out. Dakota had company at the pawnshop, maybe another deal was going on, maybe something else entirely. Either way, he was clearly nervous about Brok finding out. I needed to get there as soon as possible.

I grabbed my jacket from the rack and slipped it on while heading toward the door. I was still half asleep and a little dizzy from how little rest I had gotten, but there was no time to drag my feet.

"Wait, Master!" Minne called from the kitchen. "The sandwich!"

"No time, honey. I’ll eat it when I get back," I called over my shoulder. "Take care."

"But..."

"Don’t forget to feed Mik!"

I shut the door softly behind me and headed for the elevator. Then I noticed the elevator was already on my floor. A second later, it opened with a soft ding. The girls were already at work... so who was this person?

Eleanor stood there, looking a little surprised to see me. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and tight pants, with her coat folded over one arm. Her makeup looked like it had been on since last night, a little smudged and worn, but she still looked decent.

"Eleanor," I said. "I thought you’d be at work."

"I was going to be," she replied with a small smile, "but Charlotte called this morning, telling me my shift had changed. I thought I’d come by for breakfast."

"Then why didn’t you call me?" I asked.

"I changed phones," she said. "Well, I sold the old one."

I stared at her for a second. "You had one of the best phones on the market. Why would you sell it?"

She gave me a tired little smile. "My brother’s debt. What else?"

That hit hard enough to make me pause.

And then it clicked. She had sold her phone just to help with the debt. That was how desperate she was.

Fucking hell.