Son from the boss fucks the German MILF in the ass! DAYNIA
Daynia, the busty German MILF, sauntered into the office, her plump ass jiggling beneath her tight skirt with each click of her high heels. At 38, she’d been working as a secretary for her much younger boss, Paul, for over a year now. Despite their significant age gap, there was no denying the spark between the two. The smoldering glances, the accidental brushes of their hands, the lingering eye contact – it was only a matter of time before something happened.
One rainy Monday morning, Daynia arrived at the office in her signature olive-green heels and a sweater that barely contained her ample bosom. As she hung her coat, she noticed Paul was still in his office. Seizing the opportunity, she decided to surprise him with his favorite breakfast – French toast with fresh berries. Daynia knew her way around a kitchen and was determined to impress her boss.
She hummed cheerfully as she whisked eggs and poured batter, her ample rump accidentally grazing the kitchen counter. Flipping the golden slices onto a plate, she added a dollop of whip cream on the side, careful not to let any dribble onto her pleather trousers. Every element had to be perfect.
Just as she was about to knock on Paul’s door, she heard moaning coming from inside. Her heart racing, she leaned closer, straining to make out the words. “Oh, fuck me harder,” she heard a feminine voice whimper. Daynia’s face paled. It couldn’t be…
Perhaps it was the smell of French toast, but at that moment, the door to Paul’s office swung open. He stood there, nowhere near as flustered as she expected, while behind him, a pair of high-heeled feet poked out from the leather couch. Daynia was stunned.
After a long, awkward pause, Paul finally cleared his throat. “Daynia, I think it’s best if we kept things professional from now on. I really shouldn’t sleep with my employees.”
It was a punch to the gut, but Daynia was too proud to show it. Setting the tray of French toast on the nearby credenza, she nodded tightly before walking away with her head held high. She had never felt so humiliated.
But as the weeks passed, Daynia found herself becoming more and more resentful. Who did Paul think he was? Did he really believe he could just chuck her aside like yesterday’s news? Plus, she couldn’t help but imagine him balls deep in the other woman, his handgrip tight on her curvaceous hips…
No, Daynia decided. She had to let Paul have a taste of his own medicine. The very next Friday, she opted for a skintight pencil skirt that hugged her ass like a second skin. Her chance came when she was tasked with delivering files to his office. She wiggled past him as she emptied the contents of the file cabinet, asserting her curves in his presence.
Paul’s eyes were glued to her plump behind, those olive-green heels straining to stay in place with how she was shaking it. “Not so fast, young man!” she teased, smacking him on the hand. “Don’t think I can’t see you undressing me with your eyes!”
