The middle-aged platinum-blonde MILF knelt there gasping, mascara ruined, crimson lips swollen, eyes glassy with pure cock-drunk submission.
"Strip," Aiden commanded, voice low and rough. "Everything off. Leave only the stockings and garters."
Lilienne didn't hesitate for even a second. No worry about the unlocked door, no fear of a teacher or student walking in. Her mind was too far gone. She rose shakily to her feet, her thick thighs trembling, and reached behind her back. The burgundy velvet dress slid down her obscene curves in one smooth motion. The white frilly apron followed. Black lace bra and soaked panties joined the pile on the floor.
