Hot housewife Lukerya. Thoughts over a cup of tea.

The sultry housewife Lukerya awoke a little early. A ray of sunlight illuminated the silver of her hair. Slender fingers deftly arranged the strands into a high, playful bun a habit honed over the years. She sank into the rosy cloud of a huge bed, dressed in gleaming white linens that so delicately accentuated the curves of her aging body. A cup warmed in her hands, the thick steam of natural tea smelling of meadow herbs and peace. She sipped, savoring the fragile silence. But when the tea ran out, the magic of the morning faded. She sighed, setting aside the empty cup. It was time to get to work. But flirting with admirers came first.