Lick Me Clean

Kayla’s alone in the house with her cunt aching like it’s got a pulse of its own. One glance through the window and there he is—Keni, the pool guy, rinsing skimmer leaves in the garden, shoulders flexing under a sweat-soaked tee. She smirks, slides the door open, and just lifts an eyebrow; he gets the picture fast. Five seconds later he’s inside, shorts around his ankles, and she’s riding him like rent’s due, nails dug into the couch, every filthy wet slap echoing in the hallway while his hands roughly cup her tight little ass. She moans like she’s proud of the racket, bites his ear, tells him to fuck her harder, and Keni slams into her like the job suddenly matters. When she comes she doesn’t go quiet—she lets it rip, soaking his shaft, laughing into his neck before biting down like she owns him now. Keni follows right after, flooding her with thick spurts while she clenches around him, legs shaking. They barely slow before she spins around, drops to her knees, and sucks him clean, sloppy tongue curling under his cock, greedy as ever, tongue ring clicking against the underside while cum dribbles down her chin. When she stands she pats his chest like he just passed inspection and tells him he’s free to get back to the pool—like he didn’t just wreck the meanest piece of ass on the block.