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Norton Byrne was fifty-six years old this year, but he was still single. He had planned to start a family after starting a business, but it turned out that he had neither talent nor luck when it came to doing business. His so-called business partner had ripped him off, leaving him with almost nothing. In the end, he had no choice but to set up a small stall on the roadside and pretended to be a psychic.
He had never dreamed that one day, he would be able to lie on a superstar's legs and read her palm.
Harley Evans, the most famous actress in the country, had appeared in several hit TV shows. She was only twenty-six years old, but she was considered a goddess in the hearts of countless men.
She had acted as a fairy in a lot of fantasy shows, where she looked ethereal and otherworldly in her beautiful dresses. But today, she was wearing a short and simple floral dress, like a sweet little girl next door.
Her fair and slender legs were covered by a thin layer of silk stockings. Her delicate face and her pair of watery eyes could melt any man's heart.
As for how Norton had gotten the opportunity of laying his hands on this beauty, it was a long story.
Several days ago, something very odd had happened in Harley's house.
Afraid that the incident would be leaked to the media, she had secretly found Norton at his small roadside stall, hoping that he could help her solve the problem at home.
At this moment, Norton couldn't think about anything other than Harley's luscious breasts, which were looming in front of his eyes. He could only image how it would feel to knead those ample breasts with his own hands.
Feeling a little uncomfortable under his lustful gaze, Harley twisted her body away and helped Norton up from the chair, drawing him back to earth from his perverted fantasy.
"Miss Evans, don't worry. I'll solve the problem for you," Norton assured with a smile, revealing his yellow teeth.
"Thank you, Mr. Byrne."
Hearing Harley's sweet and coquettish voice, Norton felt that his cock was in danger of jumping loose without even being touched.
He swallowed hard and pressed down at his crotch before picking up a compass and wandering around Harley's villa.
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