Whether we get married or not, she’ll keep on worshipping your cock. At least this way, we won’t have to brainstorm for a way to placate her.
Zultan women are very territorial, and they don’t mind getting aggressive. I would not like to fight my daughter a second time."
"That as it may..."
Before I could finish my words, two new presences entered the range of my mind vision, and soon there was a knock on the door.
"Seems you know who it is?" the milf suddenly said.
"Go let them in."
Doing as she was told, in the space of seconds, Martha returned—three women following behind her, though one overtook her.
"Daddy!!"
Her steps were quick. Immediately, when the distance was right, Sophie dived toward me, and opening my arms, I caught her in an embrace.
Hehehe!!
A giggle left the young lady immediately she was in my arms, and after squeezing me tight, she looked up at me, her breath pouring on my face.
"Did you forget about us?" she asked in a sad tone.
"Of course not, sweety."
"Those are hard words to defend," a voice came from behind, Isabella looking at me with her hands crossed and a frown.
It was rare to see my Latina baby complaining, so the fact that she did showed how much the two girls missed me.
"I’ve been really busy the past days."
"It’s been more than two weeks since I last saw you."
Isabella kept her tone low, but the grievance she felt was well communicated.
She moved her gaze from me and Sophie to Martha, who had returned to her seat and was watching our interactions with a bit of amusement.
"Did you choose them?"
It took me a second to understand what Isabella was saying, considering my mind had never gone in that direction, and I was appalled.
"Come sit beside me, honey, and stop having ridiculous thoughts."
Standing and peering down at me, Isabella’s lips tightened, but in the end, she relented.
Stretching out a hand, I was just about to hold my baby by the waist when Martha spoke.
"Marcus and I are getting married."