An office coupled with a grandiose bedroom. From the way it seemed, she lived here.
Halfway taking the details, Max's eyes switched to the bewitching lady seated behind the only desk in the room.
A curvy, busty figure poured into a white tailored corporate dress that clung to her like a second skin. The neckline dipped just enough to make one imagine how soft those milkers were.
The centre beneath the desk was customized to be open- ,so the slit along her thighs was daringly visible.
'Such thick thighs.'
If Max was somehow the nervous shy type then he would definitely swallow his saliva and quickly try to look away.
'A woman who dresses such wants to be seen as such. And she also reminds me of Aunt Raven, prominent milf but less intimidating and much bewitching.
Aunt Raven is bold and uncaring of what others think, but this is a scheming Queen.'
Summing up the difference between his Aunt and the woman before him, Max watched her type your into the desktop.
