Feeling the heat and hardness against her thigh, the widow lost all rational thought and began to moan. "Mmm... ah..."
Her sexy body writhed in Ethan's arms. Her high-end stockings were smooth and sleek, and with the help of the lingering fluids, they provided a wonderful sensation against his dragon.
Ethan pulled her closer, crushing her breasts against his chest. The exaggerated elasticity and softness were clear even through her blazer and bra. The "Ice Queen" didn't resist; her gasps just became more urgent.
She was his to do with as he pleased, but her last shred of pride kept her from saying the words. Ethan didn't mind. The more she tried to act superior, the more he looked forward to breaking her. He squeezed her face, forcing her red lips toward his.
As he claimed her mouth, Reika instinctively struggled for a moment, but the sound of wet, sloppy kissing filled the room. Her mouth was forced open, her teeth useless for defense. Ethan's tongue invaded, and the MILF's own tongue couldn't resist the plunder. They tangled together, sharing saliva.
Meanwhile, Ethan's fingers slipped into her blouse, searching for her bra clasp. Reika's arms went limp on his shoulders. Gradually, her resistance turned into a desperate embrace. She hooked her arms around his neck, kissing him back with fervor as silver strands of saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth.
After a long, wet kiss, Reika pulled back, her eyes glazed. She began to fumble with her own clothes. Ethan smiled and led her into the bedroom, stepping over the unconscious Rena.
Her red blazer fell away like a bloody butterfly. Beneath it was a white blouse, made semi-transparent by her sweat, revealing her black-and-red lace bra and her pale skin. Ethan unbuttoned the blouse, and it fell open like two doors, revealing the "scenery" within. A blue crystal necklace sparkled on her neck.
But what drew Ethan's eye was her bra—a front-clasp design. It made sense; women with breasts this large often found it hard to reach the back. He watched as she unbuckled her belt and let her pencil skirt fall.
Just as she was about to take off her black stockings, Ethan reached forward and popped the front clasp of her bra, releasing two heavy white "rabbits." He kneaded the flesh greedily. "Auntie Reika, keep them on. Don't take the stockings off."
Reika looked down at her crotch, where the stockings were a darker shade from her own wetness. She blushed. She had noticed Ethan staring at her legs, and she hadn't been wrong. The feeling of being dressed in only stockings and underwear made the proud widow feel an unprecedented level of shame—and that shame only made her "valley" wetter.
"Auntie Reika, have you decided to be my 'bitch'?" Ethan whispered, leaning close.
Reika looked at him nervously but managed a cold snort. "This is coercion. I'm calling the police!"
"Really? If you're unwilling, then forget it. But your daughter is very willing, so I'll just go back and continue with her."
Reika immediately grabbed his arm. "No! If you do it again, Rena will literally die..."
Ethan chuckled, pulling the stocking-clad MILF into his arms and kneading her breasts. "Since you're unwilling, I have no choice. I'm a good guy, I never use force."
Reika held onto him tightly. After a long silence, she whispered, "I... I'm willing..."
"Willing to what?"
Ethan pushed her onto the bed and lifted her long, straight legs. He poked at the wet fabric at her crotch, then used a fingernail to slice a hole in the expensive stockings, exposing her red-and-black lace panties.
"I... I'm willing to... take Rena's place..."
The cold, powerful executive couldn't bring herself to say anything more shameful, but for her daughter's sake, she had surrendered. Ethan looked at her and nodded. Even though she had a high-school daughter, her body was flawless. Her skin was smooth, without a single blemish. Even lying on her back, her massive breasts stood firm, swaying with his movements.
Ethan pulled her panties aside, revealing her pink "honey-slit." He said, "I'm not entirely satisfied, but this will do for now."
Reika watched him with a mix of confusion, anticipation, and fear. She turned her head away, waiting for the end. Ethan wasn't in a rush to take her; he lowered his head to suckle on her massive breasts. Her pink nipples were hyper-sensitive, and Reika let out an involuntary cry.
Ethan adjusted his position, rubbing his dragon against her stocking-clad buttocks. Reika closed her eyes, letting out strange sounds from her throat. Ethan then sat back and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. Reika could see the massive, purple-red dragon clearly now. She looked away, her eyes flickering.
"What's wrong? Never seen one this big? Auntie Reika, once I'm inside, you'll know how great it is."
Ethan lifted her by her waist, positioning her over his dragon. Her panties were pushed aside, and as her wetness dripped onto the head, Ethan spread her labia with one hand, revealing the pulsing red tunnel. Then, he let go...