Slowly, Elena walked alongside Ethan toward his office.
She still carried herself with grace, though her shoulders trembled with quiet uncertainty.
The door clicked shut behind them, and Ethan moved without hesitation, pulling Elena into his arms.
His hands slid down past her hips, settling on her ass and squeezing tight.
The plush flesh of that perfect bubble-butt spilled between his fingers, each round cheek overflowing his grip as he kneaded the supple curves.
Her back arched involuntarily, pressing her chest harder against him.
"nghnn~~ Ethan... I can't—aghnnn~~" She moaned as he sank his lips into her neck, his tongue tracing the smooth, chocolaty skin along her throat.
Elena's voice, mature and drawling, as if coated in honey, echoed through the office.
Ethan pulled away, panting, still feeling the weight of those huge tits flattened against his chest.
What a woman.
Alice and Evelyn were incredible, but they were young beauties, not milfs like Elena.
