Amateur hot wife sucks the delivery guy
I just needed. something.
The Culligan Man was nowhere in sight, thankfully. One run-in had been enough.
My breath hissed between my clenched teeth. The ache in my breasts was increasingly frustrating.
"Cad," I barely breathed, a mixture of annoyance and arousal warring inside.
Blotchy skin, hair that looked like I'd been sleeping in a bush not on my bed, and my nose was so red, I was surprised it wasn't signaling Santa. I could imagine my breath would be similar to having eaten an onion.
Plus, I set a timer.
" It didn't take long before I felt him grow harder inside me.
I planned to just sleep through the holiday and continue my ritual pity party.