How's The View?

Little Puck clocks in early, toting balloons, ready to throw the surprise retirement bash. Octavia Red climbs the stepladder first, stretching up to tape the big banner. From below, Little Puck catches a perfect peek right up that skirt and spots a lacy thong cupping Octavia’s curves. Every time Octavia shifts, the view gets better. Little Puck keeps sneaking glances, biting her lip, nipples tightening under her blouse. The ladder creaks, the banner flutters, and Little Puck’s gaze drifts right back between those thighs. Then Octavia glances down. Busted. Little Puck freezes, cheeks blazing. Octavia smiles slow and wicked, pleased instead of peeved. She shifts her stance on the rung, legs parting just enough to give Little Puck an even clearer shot. Little Puck’s breath hitches; her fingers twitch. They both know the party can wait. Octavia stays up there a second longer, skirt hem riding high, letting the brunette MILF below drink it in. A little nod says game on. Little Puck’s pulse spikes as the real fun begins.