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Tyler could feel his cock stirring already. “Yes, ma’am.” It didn’t matter that Miwa was nearly sixteen years his junior in their roles tonight—she was in complete control.
Without hesitation, Jennifer began by removing Tyler’s clothing, piece by piece. His t-shirt was tossed aside, followed by his undershirt, revealing the once-fit but now slightly paunchy stomach he’d acquired in his fifties. She ran her hands over his skin, admiring the softness of the hair covering his chest. “We’ll need to do something about all this,” she murmured, more to herself than to him, as her fingers pinched a few chest hairs. “But later.”
Date: November 7, 2025
