3. Claudia – The Finance Minister's Wife
Claudia was perched on the edge of a chaise lounge, her navy blue pencil dress clinging to her voluptuous frame. Her tits were enormous—heavy and full, threatening to burst free from the constraining fabric.
The dress dipped low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage, her nipples peeking out from beneath the sheer lace overlay. Her waist was snatched so tightly her breathing was labored, and her ass—oh, that ass—was round and jiggling slightly as she shifted, the fabric straining to contain her.
Her auburn hair was piled high on her head in an elaborate updo, tendrils framing her sharp cheekbones.
She crossed her legs, the hem of her dress riding up to reveal stockings and garters, the lace digging into her thighs. She sipped her wine, her eyes half-lidded as she watched me, her voice a low purr.
