The cleaning lady

Sisco sits on his leather couch with a grin, holding a sleek silver vibrator meant for the cleaning lady who shows up every other day. Illy steps inside, sees the gift, and turns beet red. She tugs at her apron, says she's embarrassed to even touch it, but Sisco laughs and says a gift should get used, right now, right here. He gives the toy a slow stroke with his thumb, eyes never leaving hers, and tells her to slip off her panties and sit across from him. She hesitates, knees shaking, then sinks onto the armchair, legs apart. Sisco watches as she spreads her bare cunt open and presses the buzzing tip right on her clit. Her eyes widen, but she keeps going, rubbing the vibrator in small circles until her juices glisten down her thighs. She gasps, hips jerking every time it hits the right spot, while Sisco lounges there, dick hard in his sweats, loving how the middle-aged maid can't stop herself now. She moans louder, pushes the toy deeper into her wet pussy, and comes hard, shaking from head to toe, the room filled with the sloppy wet sound of her own slickness.