Splashed By The Pool Cleaner

Rachael Cavalli spots the pool cleaner hauling his gear and decides right then she's gonna get her money's worth. She calls him over with a smile that promises trouble, then points him toward shit that doesn't need fixing — filters she's already changed, tiles she just cleaned, anything to keep him close. Celtic tries to stay focused on the job, but she keeps finding excuses to bend over in that tiny bikini, giving him a clear shot at her heavy tits and round ass. When he finally drops the vacuum handle and looks her dead in the eye, she doesn't blink. She just peels the bikini top off and tells him exactly where she wants his tongue first. Celtic grabs her like he's been waiting all summer. He pushes her against the pool chair, yanks the bottoms down, and buries his face between her thighs while she moans loud enough for the neighbors. Soon she's on her knees with his cock stretching her mouth, spit running down her chin, before he flips her over and slams into that tight, wet pussy like he owns it. She takes every inch, pushing back hard, nails digging into the cushion, begging him to fuck her deeper, harder, until they're both soaked in sweat and cum, pool water still rippling like nothing happened.