I reached her office door, knocked once.
"Come in," her voice called, smooth and warm.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
The room smelled incredible—like expensive perfume mixed with something warmer, feminine, mature. Pure MILF scent. My cock twitched instantly, already half-hard again just from the aroma filling the air.
Mrs. Claire looked up from behind her desk, glasses perched low on her nose, auburn hair pulled into a neat bun, blouse hugging her full chest perfectly.
The office was cozy—good lighting from the big window, a plush sofa against one wall, bookshelves lining the others, everything tidy but lived-in.
"Alex," she said, smiling slow, leaning back in her chair. "Right on time. Sit."
She nodded to the chair in front of her desk.
I sat, grin spreading as I met her eyes.
This was going to be good.
Mrs. Claire leaned back slightly in her chair, her eyes lingering on me a little too long, that knowing smile playing at the corner of her lips.
