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Title: “An Encounter with Mrs. Chen”
The busty Mrs. Chen, a high school hottie turned cougar MILF, was getting ready for the evening in her lavish master bathroom. Her enormous, perfectly round breasts and bubble butt were barely contained by her skin-tight red dress as she dabbed perfume behind her ears and wrists. The sultry Asian beauty was a trophy wife, married to a wealthy businessman who often left her home alone to satisfy his insatiable appetites.
As she slipped on her 4-inch cork wedges and checked her makeup in the mirror, Mrs. Chen couldn’t stop sneaking peeks at her body. She traced her manicured fingers along the curves of her cleavage, letting out a soft sigh. Her husband rarely touched her these days, too busy working and screwing his younger secretary. The cougar craved masculine attention and release…
Just then, the doorbell rang. Mrs. Chen frowned, wondering who could be at her door. She wasn’t expecting any visitors. Strutting confidently on her heels to the entryway, she opened the front door to find a young, handsome delivery driver awkwardly holding a package.
“Good evening ma’am, I have a delivery for Mr. Chen,” the shy man said, trying not to stare at Mrs. Chen’s heaving cleavage threatening to spill out her dress.
Mrs. Chen smirked, amused by the obvious sung expression on the driver’s face. She leaned against the doorframe, jutting out her ample hip. “My husband isn’t home right now. You can just leave the package with me,” she purred.
The driver gulped hard, his eyes traveling hungrily over Mrs. Chen’s impressive physique. “Actually ma’am, I, uh, need a signature to complete the delivery…” he stammered.
“Oh I see. Well, come on in then. That package looks rather large and heavy,” Mrs. Chen said with a wink as she turned and sauntered inside her mansion, leading the young man down the long, dimly lit hallway to the living room. Her pert, round ass swayed hypnotically with each step.
She plopped down on the long leather couch, crossing her long, shapely legs. “Go ahead and place the box next to me,” Mrs. Chen ordered, patting the cushion.
The delivery driver hurried to obey, setting the package down. As he turned back to face his stunning client, he gasped. Mrs. Chen had unzipped her dress, revealing her enormous, perky tits in a lacy red bra that struggled to contain them.
“Oh dear, I seem to have gotten my dress caught on my… assets,” Mrs. Chen played dumb, cradling her breasts. “Could you please help me, young man? I have trouble reaching behind my back.”
The driver’s jaw dropped. He stumbled forward, fumbling clumsily with the zipper, his fingers brushing against the soft, warm skin of Mrs. Chen’s back. The cougar shivered with excitement as the zipper slowly slid down, her dress falling open. She arched her back, presenting her heaving chest and the taut muscles of her stomach.
“Oops! I slipped,” the young man gasped as he stumbled and fell forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of Mrs. Chen’s bra-clad tits. His face was mere inches from her cleavage.
“Well, you’ll just have to hold steady,” Mrs. Chen purred, cupping the back of his head and pushing his face into her enormous mammaries. “Where was that signature again, hmm?”
