Nathan stared at the tempting Milky Mommy, the upper part of her dress that supported two milk-white cushions looked messy. Her white thighs looked like milk ice cream coated in honey, with a liquid slowly dripping down the inside of her left thigh.
The scent of her body carried something warm and fermented, like milk that had aged inside a goddess's thigh gap. Nathan couldn't help but notice the way her weight pressed down on his hips—neither heavy nor light, but perfectly calculated to drive his breath into forbidden corner
Morvessa quickly turned toward the voice, still sitting on Nathan's private blade. Her pale slit twitched slightly, not expecting the milky mommy to appear right when she was horny.
