Erica writing, how does it look so far?

Hello everyone! So as I have been writing Erica I have taken on a different approach, I'm not really sure how to describe it, but here is a look at probably my favorite thing I have written for her so far and I wanted to know if you guys liked the newer style.    

Looking at Erica the first thing you look at is her white hair, you always marvel at both its rarity and its beauty. Her hair is tied up in a neat bun, looking at her face you can see her beautiful gray eyes staring at you through the lens of her glasses. You lock eyes with her for a moment, as you stare into her gray eyes you notice that they are not the same as when you first hired her, they seem to have softened slightly. Moving on from her eyes to the rest of her face you are quickly reminded of how serious she is. Her firm jawline and prominent brow line gives her an extremely serious and stern look to her.

Moving downwards, away from her serious face, your eyes slid down her neck towards her shoulders, as your eyes pass over her shoulders you notice just how tight her blouse is with her bra straps being clearly visible through the fabric as it clings tightly to her body. Following the bra strap down with your eyes you watch as the curvature of her breasts come into view as the bra strap connects to the cups of the bra. Her breasts, while not being any larger than your average woman's breasts, still press against the gray fabric of her blouse with more than enough force to clearly show every curve and crevasse of her breasts. They are almost perfectly round, if it weren't for how tight they were being squeezed by the fabric you could imagine how they might bounce and jiggle when traversing stairs or when running. [Horny stuff] As you daydream about her breasts you notice that her nipples are erect, it seems someone else is thinking about something lewd…or it's a bit cold in here.

Looking down at her midsection you expected to find her usual black belt holding up her pants, however this time you are just meant by the waistband of her pants cutting into her soft, albeit firm midsection.

Her pants cling to her hips, every curve is visible, the outline of her underwear is clearly visible. Then you spot it, the seams of her pants have started to burst open, along her hips and inner thigh you can see her pale, white flesh oozing out of her ill-fitting pants. You can also see the clear outline of her painties, you can only imagine how tight they must be, you can see how they cut into her soft hips, you imagine it's probably a pretty similar scenario around her rear. You imagine she probably has a good sized tear on her rear considering how ripped up her pants are from the front. You wish you could see her from both the front and behind, oh well, that's just how the cookie crumbles sometimes. Coming back to the present, you continue to ogle her thighs, inspecting every tear with your eyes, seeing how her white pale flesh oozes out. On other parts of her thighs her pants remain a firm barrier, squeezing and compressing her thighs. You ogle her thick lower body for a few more moments before deciding to do something else, after all, she isn’t going to get any fatter on her own.