Cabin Weekend With The Milf Author

The fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting flickering orange light across the pine-paneled walls of the isolated mountain cabin. Vanessa Kane stood at the kitchen island in a thin white tank top that did nothing to hide the heavy sway of her full, braless breasts and a pair of black yoga leggings stretched tight over her wide hips and thick ass. At forty-two, the bestselling erotica author knew exactly what she looked like: every inch the filthy-minded MILF her readers fantasized about.

Liam sat on the oversized couch, manuscript pages scattered across the coffee table, cheeks flushed. The twenty-two-year-old beta reader was tall but slender, with messy dark hair and the kind of shy intensity that made Vanessa’s cunt throb every time she caught him staring at her body.

“Read the next scene aloud,” she said, voice low and smoky as she poured two generous glasses of red wine. “I want to hear how it lands when it’s spoken out loud.”

Liam cleared his throat and began.