Natalia took a deep breath and walked toward Alex with slow, deliberate steps, her elegant gown flowing around her mature, voluptuous body.
She stopped right in front of him, her eyes giving him a long, lingering look. Her gaze traveled shamelessly down his powerful, naked frame... from his broad shoulders and defined abs to his still-hard, thick cock standing proudly between his legs, glistening with a mix of cum and Sophia's juices.
For a moment, she couldn't look away.
Then she snapped out of it, forcing her eyes back to his face.
"Why did you do that to my son?" she demanded, her voice sharp but slightly strained, trying to maintain her authority.
Alex remained completely calm, staring straight into her eyes without saying a word at first. His gaze was intense, piercing, as if he could see right through her carefully constructed mask... past the anger, past the matriarchal composure, straight into the conflicted desire she was trying so hard to hide.
