Natural Flavor

Aida Swinger had heard stories about the rich man’s estate, but she wanted proof. She arrived looking like trouble in a sheer dress, and when she stepped through those doors the size of everything hit her at once. High ceilings. Wide halls. The man himself was even bigger than the rumors. He took one look at her full, natural breasts and decided he needed more than a look. His hands were on her hips in seconds, pulling her closer, sliding lower until his fingers found the heat between her legs. He tasted her there, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to know every inch before he claimed it. Then he pushed his cock between her tits, fucking the soft valley they made, watching the head disappear and reappear with every thrust. When he came, thick ropes painted her skin, sliding over those heavy, natural breasts until they shone.