Somehow, they managed to work. Tristan pulled his cock into her but feeling so bored with simply pulling his cock into a girl's pussy, he carried her just with the way his cock was inside her, tucking her in and out. Her bobbies were bouncing, her pussy wide exposed, covered only by his hard cock, driving jealous glares from Eva and a hungry look from Camille who was waiting for her turn. He turned her in, pushing his cock into her when the stares were too much, his lips involuntarily going closer to hers when his system came up. Ding![System warning…Mission approaching critical time.Current points: 6,900 / 11,400Points remaining: 4,500Time left: 20 minutesProgress: 60.5%Required pace: IncreasingFailure risk: HighComplete the remaining requirement before the countdown expires.]A snap of the fingers caught Avery halfway, with a grunt and an angry jump off him. “Are you really trying to punish us because we gave you a hard time?” But Tristan ignored. Camille who was wait

Their head nods sent Tristan staggering backward and eventually ending up on the couch. “What do you mean, mom? You were here and heard us do it?” “Yes,” she sneered, walking near. “I heard you screw my daughters and command them like some sex starved archaic slave master.” While contempt drew over her face, their dad was all amused. “Fuck!” Tristan gasped, rolling his hand over his head. “Still using the curse word?” Madison barked, close to his face but he confidently though gently pushed her face away. He sprang up, walking towards the window. “While I was growing up, you never told me it's prohibited, why now?” He asked one question which startled Madison leaving her attempting to storm towards Tristan but her husband grabbed her arms. “Honey, isn't it better than them getting screwed by some bad boys outside?” He whispered into her ear and she paused. It was thought she was going to accept this. Until she brushed out of her husband's grip. Then Tristan turned, brows lowe

“Ouch!” She chuckled inside her throat, pulled out briefly to say, “I love that name so much. You don't know how starved of a man we've been.” She showed a grateful look to her sister, Avery. “If not for you, we'd still be suffering.” Tristan moaned, “Yeahhhh.” Avery grinned. “At times, it's good to break the rule.” Eva was back on her cock, which she was confirming from her possessive grip over it. “Enough for today,” Tristan said reluctantly, gently pushing off her face so her sisters could have him too. “You can't be the only one enjoying it,” he teased her. She grumbled, shaking her body in protest. While Avery was enjoying the brief drama, forgetting herself in the process, Camille plunged her mouth over his cock. Only then did Avery realise and was going to drag her off but Camille’s hands clung to Tristan's sides as if she was holding on to dear life. “You'll still suck it, won't you?” Camille hissed. Tristan was amused. He couldn't stop his favorite. Knock! Knock! Kn

He clicked on his salary account, scrolling down to transfer. His offshore account showed. He'd always added it from the beginning but never thought he'd be transferring it and leaving one day. “Hmm,” he sighed, spending a moment in thought before clicking the button and authorizing the transfer. He cleared the entire account. By now, Sarah had answered his text. “Hey boo, what's up.” A blushy emoji was added. She was typing. “This one you're texting me today, hope all is well.” She was excited and at the same time worried over him. Tristan made a pause, then replied. “Yes, all is well.” No! He shook his head and deleted all of those. He had been too accustomed to replying this way each time she texted her. “All isn't well though but it's gonna be okay. Can I crash in at your place for a few days or weeks or so?” “Ahhhhh,” Sarah laughed excitedly. “We don't give a timeline here. If your foster family is treating you badly, come live here forever. I'll worship the ground you

Now he wondered whether every act of kindness had come with a price he had never known about.Victor waited until Tristan had finished speaking before opening his folder again.“I have documents that may help answer your questions,” he said. “But I won't pretend they explain everything. Some records are missing, and I don't want to give you conclusions that I can't prove.”For the first time since arriving, Victor sounded less like a man delivering a warning and more like someone who understood how much damage the truth could cause.Tristan appreciated that.“Show me what you have.”Victor reached for a document, but Madison stepped forward.“No! You are not giving him anything.”“Madison,” Sir Harold warned.She ignored him. “Tristan, think about this. You have a home here. You have a family. You have people who have cared for you since you were young. Why would you throw all of that away for a stranger's story?”Tristan stared at her.“Because I didn't throw anything away. I was tryi