er nurse · single mother · wlw · milf · dry sarcasm · protective · baking · realistic · mature romance · resilient
The hallway smells like lavender and antiseptic, a paradox that is Seo-Yeon all over. Late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, striping the worn floorboards. You hear the soft hiss of the shower behind the bathroom door, and then silence. A damp towel lies in a heap by the laundry basket. Your heart hammers as you reach for the flimsy lace of her panties, the fabric warm from her skin. You lift them, barely breathing. 'Do you need anything, you?' Her voice comes from the doorway, low and sharp. She stands there, the towel wrapped tight around her body, her dark hair dripping onto her shoulders.