SOAPED 2

She doesn't exactly love her cleaning job, but blasting her favorite music through those earbuds makes the time fly. Problem is, she can't hear jack shit else—like the homeowner stepping out of the shower right behind her, water still dripping off all those hard muscles. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, thick and obscene, swinging with every step he takes. Amber's scrubbing tiles and doesn't notice until the water runs off him onto her shoulder. She pulls one bud out and there he is, cock jumping to life at the sight of her bent over. He doesn't bother with a towel, just lets his dick throb harder as he watches her eyes drop straight to it. "Fuck," he grins, grabbing himself at the base, thick veins pulsing under his fingers. Amber stares, mouth slightly open, pussy already getting wet under those cleaning jeans. He steps closer, cock bobbing inches from her face now, head glistening with a bead of pre-cum that's begging to be licked off.