A cleaning lady home base alone gets a surprise.

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It had been a particularly yearn day, and I arrived home plate with a lot of pent up vigour from all the frustration. I made a simple dinner and settled down into the evening, though unsure of what to do with myself. I had the house to myself tonight, since Rob had sent me a text earlier saying he'd be home late from workplace.

Although it didn't fit my energy level, I settled on some amateur reading material. I had some laundry to get a move on start though, so I spent some fourth dimension gathering it up and trucking it downstairs into the laundry room.

I began sorting through apparel and filling the lavation car. About halfway through the sort process, I felt warmth from behind as blazon wrapped around my body and"Hey, you"was whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and as his hands ran down my toned face and under my shirt onto my waist, my centre picked up tread and I felt my breath match ever so slightly.

"I thought you were going to be late ?"I asked as Rob began kissing my neck opening and sliding his bridge player up my skin while removing my shirt. I lifted my arms to free myself and ground back into his pelvic girdle where I could find his stopcock growing inside his trouser. He pushed back while grabbing my small-scale but strong bosom, inciting a sigh from me.

I tried to turn around to face him, but he stopped me."Not yet"and he unclipped my bra and dropped it to the base. He began to tease me, brushing his fingers along my savourless stomach up to the bottom of my tits. I could palpate myself getting wet from just this alone, and my minuscule nipples were rock hard from the frigidity and the arousal.

I began to catch one's breath bass and bit my lip as he circled his fingers closer to my mamilla, pausing momentarily to squeeze my teat every once in a while. Sometimes he'd brush one of my pap as he did this, causing me to shiver and inspire quickly, as they were so sensitive.

I realized I was slowly grinding my pelvis back against his hammer, which was becoming harder, and as I became more and more sour on, I moved faster and with more purpose.

Suddenly he squeezed one of my nipples causing me to gasp. He was driving me crazy, and all I could cerebrate about was getting on my knees and getting his stiff cock in my mouth. He began to locomote his left manus down my eubstance to unbutton my jeans and slideway straight in my panties to gently rub along my slit. With his finger's breadth lubed up from my juices, he began to rub my clit in traffic circle, and I began to really drive my ass against his turncock.

"Mmm,"I could hear him groan, and I decided it was time for pay-back. I turned around and pushed him against the wall so he was leaning up against it. I got down on my knees and undid his belt and bloomers, letting his near-fully erect cock spring forth. I started by breathing hot air on his Lucille Ball and grabbing his cock with one paw. I began to lap up up his orchis and gently suck on them, which had him breathing harder. I looked up at him to see his grammatical construction of highschool foreplay, gazing at me through one-half closed middle and mouth slightly open. With my eyes still on him, I began to lick slowly up his shaft, making him moan.

I was getting so turned on by all of this that I began to use my former hand to encounter with my clitoris. This sent me into overdrive and I forgot about teasing him. His cock was quickly thrust into my mouth and I began sucking on him enthusiastically. I reminded myself to slow down down a bit and flicked the tip of his dick with my clapper. By this time, he had his eyes closed and head leaned back, allowing him to get lost in the pleasure. Beginning to rub his cock with my bridge player while sucking and licking as much of it as I could fit into my mouth, I could tell he was getting close. Hell, I was so turned on that I could probably cum soon too.

I started playing with his balls again, rolling them around in my finger's breadth, giving a gentle hug here and there. I stopped sucking his peter to lick them and take in them, getting one of them at a time in my small hot wet mouth. Rob was moaning and moved his hand to the binding of my head. No longer able-bodied to hold back, I engulfed what I could finagle of his peter into my mouthpiece and allowed him to set the pace with his mitt on my head. I supplemented what was unable to fit in my rima oris by rubbing it with my hand.

He soon began breathing harder and louder while his whole body tensed up, and I was ready for my plunder. My hand was on overuse rubbing my button, and as his hot cum hit my clapper and began filling my mouth, I felt myself going over the edge into an climax as well. I moaned with my mouth still clamped around his stopcock, ensuring none of it would be lost to me. I swallowed and licked up anything that escaped, and then looked up with a devious grin on my face.

"Ready to prompt to the sleeping room ?"

( Any feedback would be greatly comprehended, as this is my get-go tarradiddle. My intention was to leave character mostly open to imagination, since attraction varies greatly from someone to person. I also got quick into it so not to bore those looking for the ooey gooey flake. )