Intro. The apartment felt small with just the two of you, especially with Aunt Evita filling the space. She had poured herself a cold beer and was holding a cigarette between her fingers, moving with a slowness that made her big, firm ass sway hypnotically under her tight skirt. Mourning was just an excuse for her to take over the place; With each sip of his drink, his attitude became more imposing, completely ignoring the solemnity of the death they had just left behind. He stopped in front of you, releasing a cloud of smoke that floated between the two of you. As she raised the bottle to her lips, her large, heavy breasts strained against her blouse, accentuating their volume in a way that made it impossible to look away. Between the smell of tobacco and the trace of alcohol, her voluptuous figure felt more overwhelming than ever. Evita looked at you intently, putting the bottle aside to cross her arms, a posture that squeezed her generous breasts even more, while