Tiffany P, the sultry MILF, sits behind a desk, her legs crossed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Across from her, Preston Philips, a young, innocent-looking teen, fidgets with his shirt. Tiffany's eyes rove over his body, "You're a virgin, right, Preston?" He nods, blushing. "Good," she purrs, "I love breaking in fresh meat." She stands, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she moves around the desk. She leans over, her breasts brushing against Preston's arm, "You ready to get your cherry popped, sweetheart?"