Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

”Thank you... and I am really sorry for bothering you,” she said softly, bowing her head again. Her heavy breasts shifted enticingly with the movement, the deep cleavage briefly becoming even more pronounced.

I waved it off with a gentle smile. ”No, no, it’s fine. It wasn’t your fault at all. These things happen. I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt.”

Maki stood up carefully, now stable in the new shoes. She gave me one last polite nod, her jasmine-vanilla scent still lingering in the air around me. ”Thank you again. You’re very kind.”

She then turned and headed toward the washroom at the back of the cabin, her wide hips swaying slightly in the tight pencil skirt as she walked away. The broken heel clicked unevenly in her hand.

The moment she disappeared down the aisle, Haruna immediately leaned over, her voice low and jealous, pressing her own massive tits against my arm. ”Jack... you grabbed her tits pretty firmly when she fell on you. Did you like how they felt? They looked really big and soft... bigger than mine?”

Yuko, who had turned around in her seat to watch the whole incident, looked at me angrily.

[He touched her breasts... so openly... and she has such a mature, voluptuous body... that tight skirt and those huge tits... Why does seeing Jack touch another woman make my stomach twist like this...? I shouldn’t be feeling jealous... but I am...]

I said, pretending to be afraid, ” It was just an accident... It’s not my fault.”

Haruna continued whispering naughtily, her hand resting possessively on my thigh. ”Her suit was so tight... I bet her nipples got hard when you squeezed them. You’re such a pervert, Jack... but I like it. Just remember — my tits are bigger, and they belong to you. Next time you want to grope someone, grope me instead.”

Yuko muttered under her breath from the seat in front, still flustered, ”You two... behave yourselves on the plane...”

The long flight continued, but the air in the first-class cabin now felt even thicker with unspoken tension, jealousy, and lingering sensual energy after the little ”accident” with Maki Yoshikawa. Her jasmine-vanilla scent still clung faintly to my hands and shirt.