The Hockey’s Plaything
Juices coated my chin, dripping down my neck as she ground against my face.
I stood up, shoving my shorts down to free my cock. It slapped against her ass, thick and veined, pre-cum smearing on her skin. 'Pick up that duster,' I ordered, spotting it on the side table. 'Keep cleaning while I fuck you.'
Maria reached for it with a shaky hand, her other still on the couch. She started swiping at the shelves half-heartedly, but I didn't care, I lined up my tip with her entrance and thrust in hard.