Alex followed his new landlord Elena back down the stairs toward the management office, crimson eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of her big peachy ass as it quivered with each precise step.
The tight pencil skirt clung to her like a second skin, riding up just enough to show the faint outline of pantyhose stretched over thick, juicy thighs that ground together subtly with every descent.
Her heels clicked sharp on the steps, hips rolling in controlled rhythm, but Alex's incubus senses caught the truth her cold facade hid: the faint musky-sweet scent of arousal blooming warmer between her long pretty legs, her pulse fluttering faster under pale flawless skin, thighs pressing tighter as if fighting something inside.
She was a goddess-like beauty. Too beautiful and elegant to be that cold. Never showed any unprofessionalism.
