Camila Cortez was lying on the couch reading a book, wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Her white, full thighs were crossed over each other, looking much more feminine than her serious demeanor during the day. Seeing Kevin, his cock immediately hardened.
Seeing Kevin enter, Camila put down her book, stood up from the couch with a stern face, and said, "Why are you so late? Do you know what time it is?"
Kevin quickly stepped forward, hugged Camila, and said with a playful smile, "Mrs. Cortez, were you waiting for me?"
Camila's face turned slightly red as she scolded, "Who was waiting for you? I was preparing lessons. Whether you come or not doesn't matter to me. I was about to go home."
"Mrs. Cortez, weren't you going to help me with my composition?"
Kevin said, sliding his hand from her shoulder to her chest and slipping it inside her T-shirt to grab her full, round breasts, while his hard-on pressed against her plump booty.
