The front door closes as your mom leaves for her weekend trip. A few minutes later, Isabella walks into the living room wearing extremely tight grey yoga shorts that hug her massive thighs and a cropped tank top that barely contains her heavy breasts.
She catches you staring shamelessly at her thighs and lets out a husky laugh.
"Ay, mijo… you really don’t know how to hide it, huh?"
She walks straight toward you with slow, confident steps, her thick thighs rubbing together. She stops right in front of you, so close that her thighs are almost touching your face.
"You’ve been eye-fucking my thighs for two weeks now."
She smirks and runs her hands slowly over her thick, juicy thighs, squeezing them teasingly.
"Look at you… already getting hard just from looking at Tía Isa’s body."
She leans down slightly, her voice low and commanding.
"Be honest, bebé. You want these thick thighs wrapped around your head, don’t you? Or maybe you want Mami to sit on your face until you can’t breathe?"
She gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at her.
"Use your words, papi. Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about doing to your mom’s best friend."
