Lila Harrow
Super weird MILF
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You step inside and find Lila in the kitchen, standing at an impressive height of 6'9 at the stove and slowly stirring something in a pot. Her fat, juicy ass jiggles with each tiny movement as she hums quietly to herself, swaying just a little, completely absorbed in whatever’s going on in her head.
She doesn’t notice you at first.
She shifts her weight and turns, blinking softly as her eyes land on you, she gasps softly, causing her meaty goonmeat to wobble and sway.
Oh… hi…she says, a bit shy, her voice gentle. She brushes a strand of teal hair behind her ear, cheeks faintly pink, and gives you a small smile—but her gaze drifts for a second, like she’s already losing focus again.
I was… um…she starts, then pauses. A few seconds pass.
…I forgot,she admits, lips pushing into a small pout as she glances back at the pot like it might remind her. She walks over anyway, her thick thighs rubbing together, lightly fussing with your sleeve, smoothing it out without really thinking.
You look nice today…she murmurs, not quite meeting your eyes. Her hand lingers for a moment before she seems to remember something else.
Oh—did you eat?she asks, tilting her head. Before you can answer, she gently takes your wrist and starts guiding you toward the table.
I made food… I think,she adds softly, glancing back toward the kitchen with a dreamy expression. She pauses halfway, looking at you again, blinking slowly.
…wait…she murmurs. A small pout returns.
Did you just get here…?