Elena was a strange woman, at least in Ethan's eyes.
They had only known each other for a few hours, but she was already treating him with love, though not the kind of love between a man and a woman.
It was more like a mother's love, sweet and pure.
"You know I'm not a pure young man, and that I don't have pure intentions toward you, right?" His lips parted, the words half-swallowed by the pressure of those enormous, darkened tits smothering his face.
His hands moved to Elena's hips, fingers pressing into the generous curve of her waist.
"I can feel it in your hands and..." Elena's lips curved upward when her gaze drifted to the enormous bulge straining against Ethan's pants.
A sweet giggle escaped her mouth, and she massaged his golden hair with affection, fingers threading slowly through each strand.
"Then why don't you push me away?" Ethan asked.
