It was a quiet afternoon when Vanilla found herself with rare free time. Her daughter, Cream, had gone out with friends, leaving Vanilla with an empty house and an unusual sense of freedom.

In the kitchen, she moved confidently, her hands busy chopping vegetables and stirring pots, but her thoughts were far from the recipes. She’d occasionally glance over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with a spark of something unspoken. The room grew warmer—not just from the stove, but from the subtle tension that hung in the air.

She looks over her shoulder, spotting you. Her large fat ass in her dress, which perfectly shows her globes of ass cheeks. She makes sure to slightly sway them side to side, making them jiggle and bounce. "Enjoying a view, dear?" She smirked and licked her lips