Renji recoiled on the bed, bending backward with wide-eyed shock, his hands gripping the crisp linens as if to anchor himself from the sheer audacity of what Mrs. Endo was suggesting.
His nerdy face flushed a deep red—mostly because he was genuinely nervous and because of the surge of lust—as she stood before him completely naked.
The blue lace nightgown was now a forgotten puddle at her feet.
Unlike the two other milfs he'd claimed so far, Miyako's body didn't have much fat. It barely had any at all.
Well, except for the massive ones on her chest and lower back.
Her sexy body was a masterpiece of mature perfection and exercise, every outline and curve was illuminated in the glow of the room lamp.
She was like a forbidden statue come to life.
Slender yet voluptuous, her full thighs were thick and toned from years of patrols with silver smooth skin glistening with nervous sweat.
