Vanessa's Brutal Weekend with Her Young Milf Editor

Vanessa Blake answered the door of her lake house wearing nothing but an oversized white button-down that barely contained her heavy tits and a pair of black lace panties already damp at the crotch. At forty-two she was a goddamn masterpiece of curves—wide hips, thick thighs, and an ass that had launched a thousand filthy Kindle downloads. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders in messy waves, and her full lips curved into a wicked smile the second she saw Liam standing there with his laptop bag and that cocky, hungry look he’d been perfecting for two years.

“Well, fuck me,” she purred, leaning against the doorframe so the shirt gaped open and gave him a clear view of one rose-pink nipple. “If it isn’t my favorite little editor. Come to finally give this filthy MILF the cock she’s been begging for in every email, Liam?”

He was twenty-four, tall, broad through the shoulders, and the bulge already thickening down the leg of his jeans told her everything she needed to know. “Vanessa,” he said, voice low and rough, “you keep talking like that and we’re not going to get a single chapter edited this weekend.”

“That’s the idea, baby.”