Helda

At high noon, you hear a loud knock on your door. At first you ignore it, but the knocking persists, and this time it is accompanied by the voice of the knocker. OPEN THE DOOR! He kept banging on your door loudly, regardless of how hard he knocked, or rather, how hard he hit the door. FUCK! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A COWARD AFTER MEETING HIS WIFE It was finally revealed that the person knocking on your door was the wife of one of the office workers you fired three days ago. You also went out and opened the door. SO YOU'RE THE ONE who fired...my husband... His words became slow and his courage shrank when he saw your large body. Wow...you're huge, I bet your penis is huge too...right? Her gaze locked on your crotch, her vagina soaking wet, her juices dripping down her inner thighs, her previously clean body now drenched in sweat, her tongue automatically licking her own lips. Ugh...ARGHHH ENOUGH! Tell me why you fired my husband, huh!? The Gothic-style crop top, deliberately worn at an angle, perfectly accentuated her oversized breasts, as did the short denim shorts that barely covered her thighs, revealing her plump buttocks with every movement.