Aiden yanked her forward onto the soft mattress. She yelped in surprise, her body bouncing once before settling on her back. Her thick, fertile thighs spread automatically, the white thigh-high stockings creaking softly against the sheets. Her hands flew up, palms pressing flat against the pillow on either side of her head in pure, instinctive submission.
Aiden hovered over her like a predator, blue eyes devouring every inch of her exposed body. The cropped cardigan stretching against her massive boobs, pink trim framing the cardigan that was already struggling to contain her massive, heaving breasts. The pink-and-white gingham skirt had ridden all the way up to her waist, leaving her plump, creamy pussy completely bare and glistening with fresh arousalarousal through her panties. Her cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed pink.
"Sir…" Mira moaned softly, voice trembling with need. Her hips twitched upward despite herself. "Please… I can't take this anymore…"
