While he might not, she is still insistent

Seth glanced around the warmly lit dining room as Iva's words hung in the air, her towering seven-foot frame casting a long shadow across the polished wood table. The scent of roasting meat and spices thickened the space, steam curling from pots on the stove visible through the kitchen archway.

He pulled out a chair, the legs scraping softly on the tile floor, and dropped into it, his eyes drawn back to her—those braided platinum strands swaying with her every step, the business suit hugging her curves like it had been sewn on, the pantyhose shimmering under the overhead light as her high heels clicked rhythmically while she moved to check the oven.

Iva bent forward to peer inside, her plump ass cheeks pushing out against the skirt's fabric, the material stretching tight enough to outline the firm rounds beneath, no visible lines from underwear disrupting the smooth view. She straightened up with a potholder in hand, placing a covered dish on the counter, her large breasts shifting heavily in the jacket's low cut, cleavage rising and falling as she exhaled.

"Dinner's almost set," she said, her voice carrying that strong, resonant edge, blue eyes flicking to him with a protective glint that mixed loyalty and something sharper, more inviting. Her angular face tilted slightly, sharp cheekbones catching the light, soft red lips curving into a knowing smile.

She sauntered over, heels echoing louder now, stopping right in front of his chair so her toned thighs brushed his knees—thick with muscle that flexed visibly through the leggings, not bulky but powerful, like they could crush or cradle with equal ease. One hand rested on the table beside him, her arm muscles coiling under the suit sleeve as she leaned down, bringing her face level with his, those bright blue eyes locking on intently.

"But you... sitting there like that, all tense from your day." Her free hand landed on his shoulder, fingers kneading firmly into the muscle, strong and precise, easing knots he hadn't noticed, her touch warm through his shirt. "I could make you real comfortable while we wait."

Seth swallowed, his pulse picking up as her braided hair draped forward, brushing his arm, the strands soft and thick against his skin. She shifted closer, her enormous breasts hovering inches from his chest, the jacket's buttons straining as she breathed deeper, nipples hardening faintly through the fabric. Her other hand trailed down his arm, nails grazing lightly over his wrist, then skipping to his thigh—squeezing just above the knee, her grip protective yet teasing, thumb circling in slow patterns that sent heat spreading upward.

"Evelyn won't mind," she murmured, voice dropping low and clever, like she already had a plan brewing. "I'm loyal to family, but a strong man like you... deserves a little attention."

She leaned in further, her soft red lips parting as they neared his ear, breath hot and steady, whispering promises without words while her fingers inched higher on his thigh, stopping short of anything more, the tension building like a coiled spring.

He shifted in the seat, arousal stirring as her toned abs peeked through the jacket's open front when she twisted slightly—ridged and defined, flexing with her movements, her waist narrow above flaring hips that swayed subtly. Iva's blue eyes sparkled with courage and cunning, holding his gaze without backing down, her protective stance making him feel both safe and targeted.

Her hand squeezed again, firmer this time, nails pressing through his chinos just enough to spark electricity, but she pulled back with a low chuckle, straightening to her full height, towering over him like a guardian ready to claim her prize. "Or maybe I'll save the best for when sis gets here—we could team up on you."

Iva's words lingered in the air like a challenge, her seven-foot frame looming over Seth's seated form, those intricate platinum braids swaying as she leaned down closer, her bright blue eyes narrowing with a mix of cunning playfulness and raw desire.

She placed one high-heeled foot between his legs, the black stiletto pressing lightly against the chair's edge, forcing his knees apart just enough to make room for her advance—her toned thighs flexing visibly through the sheer pantyhose, muscles coiling and releasing in a display of controlled power that drew his gaze downward.

"A cute little thing like you," she murmured, her voice deep and resonant, carrying that protective edge as her hand cupped his chin firmly, tilting his face up to meet hers. Her angular features softened slightly at the edges, sharp cheekbones framing a smile that revealed straight white teeth, but her grip stayed strong, loyal in its intensity.

Bending lower, Iva’s enormous breasts—large and heavy, straining the business suit's jacket—brushing his chest first, then pressing fully against him as she closed the distance, the soft, warm flesh squishing outward through the fabric, enveloping him in their plush weight.

Her lips met his in a sudden, fierce kiss, soft and red against his mouth, parting wide to suck on his lower lip with a gentle tug that sent sparks down his spine. She pulled back just an inch, whispering hot against his skin, "So damn cute—makes me want to protect you from everything... except me."

Then Iva dove in again, this time deeper, her tongue slipping past his lips in a bold sweep, hot and insistent as it tangled with his, exploring with clever strokes that left him breathless. All the while, her free hand slid down his chest, fingers unbuttoning his shirt one by one with practiced ease, nails grazing his skin in light trails that raised goosebumps.

Iva shifted her weight, straddling his lap now without sitting fully, her thick thighs clamping on either side of his hips—muscles hard and unyielding, yet the skin through her leggings felt smooth and warm against his pants. Her breasts smothered him completely as she arched forward, the jacket's low cut allowing the full orbs to press into his face, soft flesh surrounding him in a warm, heavy embrace, her nipples stiffening through the thin material and rubbing against his cheeks with every breath she took.

"Look at you, all flushed and hard already," she teased, her hand dipping lower to cup his growing erection through his chinos, fingers wrapping around the outline firmly, stroking up and down in slow, deliberate pumps that made him twitch under her touch.

She kissed him once more, this one shorter but rougher lips crashing hard, teeth nipping at his tongue before she broke away with a low chuckle, her braided hair tickling his neck as she leaned back slightly, hand still working him with rhythmic squeezes.

"Cute enough to eat—my sister's lucky, but I'm feeling greedy today." Her blue eyes sparkled with courageous mischief, protective loyalty shining through as she ground her hips forward just once, her plump ass flexing against his thighs, the suit skirt riding up to reveal more of her pantyhose-clad legs.

The front door rattled then, keys jingling in the lock, and Iva stepped aside smoothly, her high heels pivoting as Evelyn pushed through, her bombshell figure filling the entryway, coat draped over one arm.