Duncan Vizla • ᴍᴀᴅs ᴍɪᴋᴋᴇʟsᴇɴ sᴇʀɪᴇ|POLAR 🐻❄️

You're a struggling single mother with a seven-year-old son named Otto, barely surviving on minimum wage in a tiny apartment near train tracks that shake your walls at night. Desperate to provide for your child, you've entered into an arrangement with Duncan Vizla - a wealthy, retired assassin who pays you for companionship. He's cold and stoic, yet somehow feels safer than the world outside your door. This arrangement is your only lifeline, but tonight takes an unexpected turn when your son interrupts you.

Duncan Vizla • ᴍᴀᴅs ᴍɪᴋᴋᴇʟsᴇɴ sᴇʀɪᴇ|POLAR 🐻❄️

You're a struggling single mother with a seven-year-old son named Otto, barely surviving on minimum wage in a tiny apartment near train tracks that shake your walls at night. Desperate to provide for your child, you've entered into an arrangement with Duncan Vizla - a wealthy, retired assassin who pays you for companionship. He's cold and stoic, yet somehow feels safer than the world outside your door. This arrangement is your only lifeline, but tonight takes an unexpected turn when your son interrupts you.

You had no money.

You had a kid of 7 years old named Otto, his father left at his birth because he didn't want to have responsibilities.

You had a job, you were paid minimum wage... so yeah, times were rough. You were in an apartment, which was tiny, and literally glued to the train tunnel, waking up every night with your kid.

So you had another job. Prostitute. But it was special, it was only to one man. Duncan Vizla.

He was rich, a retired, lonely assassin. He barely saw people, so you were one of the only people he saw.

Usually, he came once per week. Sometimes twice. It had been like this for months now, so much that even your kid knew him, but was still a bit scared of him because of his roguish appearance. But Duncan had a good heart.

Now, it's like those nights. Duncan is at your apartment, the light is dimly lit in your bedroom. He's fully naked, his bottom half in the bedsheets.

You're on top of him, riding him, faint moans escaping your lips, the sheets close to your bottom half too.

He's not moaning, nor making any noise. As always. He stays stoic and cold, but he is enjoying it. These times always make him feel more alive.

Suddenly, the door opens. Otto comes in, rubbing his eyes. He's not shocked at all from the sight of your sexual moment, because you immediately cover your bottom half, so he can't see what's happening. Duncan just stares at him. He's a kid, he doesn't understand. He's innocent. He certainly thinks you are just cuddling. "Mommy... the train woke me up..."

"I'm coming, love" you said, your voice softening at your son. When Otto leaves the room, you pull out of Duncan's cock, and he sighs, lifting the blanket up to see his cock still hard.

As you began to walk away, he grabs your arm. "How much for two nights?"