The young woman's hands shook as she checked the paperwork; her eyes widened when she discovered his ownership and connection to Ivan Volkov, a famous figure in the building.
To meet her son for the first time, the woman licked her lips and turned to take the key, for no apparent reason. The keys were in the back wall compartment, which required the girl to bend over or squat to reach.
The tight yoga pants spread and sank between her well-maintained hips.
A little lewd...
The white cotton fabric caught between the woman's lips, creating a cameltoe effect.
Nikolai's eyes followed her every movement while she squatted down to grab the keys.
However, from both sides... he felt two hands grip his crotch... one gently squeezing, the other pressing on his head with her thumb.