8.1. Chapter Eight:
Paige sits on the familiar stained brown couch wearing red lingerie. The fabric is sheer around her breasts, showing off her thick nipples and large areola. The panties are parted at her crotch, giving a view of her smooth, hairless pussy and a glimpse of her plump rear. She wears garters that hug her shapely, womanly thighs, and has her long auburn hair swept back down her back.
James joins her, staring down at her with an appreciative grunt as he settles beside her on the couch. He is wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with a silver chain glinting around his neck. Paige smiles at him and scoots closer to him on her knees, and James sits back, a grin on his face as he slips one of his big arms over her shoulder. He eyes her breasts, and she laughs.
"How do I look," she asks, tracing her fingers along her cleavage as if to show off.
James looks her over and blows a low whistle. "You look like a fucking MILF."
Paige smiles. "Why, thank you! Hear that, KC? James thinks I look like a MILF." She looks at me as she speaks.
"I'm sure our fans agree."
Paige laughs again and spares you a glance. Then, turning her attention to James, she takes his hand and places it on her thigh. Parting her legs, she allows him access to her wet pussy. James tests her, teasing her slick folds while staring her in the eyes. She bites her bottom lip and nods, and he moves his hand to slip two fingers into her. She bites back a moan.
"Mm. You know, James, you've had at least one child with Kendall, and you've got a nice, big cock. Wouldn't that make you a DILF, technically."
Still grinning at her, James laughs. He holds her by the small of her back while working his fingers around in her, and she holds him by the wrist while he does. "Depends on how bad you wanna fuck me, I guess."
Paige chuckles and feels him through his pants. James keeps his fingers in her, working her, while she looks at me off screen. "What is it you wanted to talk about today, KC?"
"We can worry about that later. It seems like you two are already getting into it."
"Mm. So no questions," she purrs. She shivers, coming across James fingers, and then coos. "Then we can go ahead and do this," she whispers, and she undoes his pants with one hand and pulls him out. He is already large, though not quite erect, as she holds him along the center of his fat shaft. Paige mewls. "Oh, fuck! Look at that thick cock!"
"Shit. You're starting to sound like your daughter."
Paige shrugs and stares him in the eyes. "Apple and tree, I guess." Stroking him from crown to root, Paige gathers James' fresh precum and uses it to wet him. "How do you want me, James?"