Male (Rewrite)

Grayson opens his mouth with a yawn, inhaling the smell of breakfast and the scent of something strong and sweet.

"Still tired, hon?" Bella leans down to question him as she places a full plate before Grayson, giving him an astounding peek of her mountainous breasts and pink nipples that pressed against her oversized "Got Milk?" shirt - which is ironic since she's never had children. Bella, despite being in her late thirties, appeared as a seemingly young woman. With long, flowing orange hair and luscious eyes, she managed to turn many heads her way. Of course, Bella's jugs also a played a part in all this.

"A bit... Are you wearing perfume?" He sniffs the air again to confirm, and indeed, there it was again. Bella rarely applied any form of erotic woman's care - she just wasn't the type, and Grayson certainly knew it wasn't from him.

Bella whiffs the air for herself before humming sarcastically. "You're such a good boy for noticing. Do you like it?" She poses a somewhat eye raising question.