Cat Mommy Milkers [3]

He looked like he knew exactly what twisted desires simmered beneath her surface, like he could see the naughty thoughts she kept locked away.

His eyes wandered, taking their sweet time moving down from her chin to her neck, and then to her collarbone.

When they finally reached her cleavage, Rodalina almost dumped her coffee again. He was practically undressing her with his eyes, and damn if she didn't feel every bit of it.

Her breath hitched, her chest heaving, and her boobs started playing peekaboo with the neckline of her tunic.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, clearly enjoying the show as her white, creamy tits made their debut.

Her heart was racing like she'd just sprinted a marathon, pounding so hard she could feel it echo in her ears. And fuck, her pussy was twitching, ready to put on a leaky encore.

Her cheeks were on fire, and she gulped hard, trying to calm the storm raging in her body.