SIN SO SWEET
was totally worth it.
Friday afternoon, I laid on my couch wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking pitiful, the door bell rang. I went over and opened it, there she was. Mrs Selina stands at the door in tight jeans that hug her ass and a soft white sweater, carrying a big flask of homemade porridge. Her scent hits me first that makes my dick twitch before she smiles.
“Oh, sweetie, you look awful,” she gasped, as she stepped in without waiting for an invite. She placed the soup on the counter, and felt my forehead with the back of her hand like I'm twelve. “No fever, but your eyes are dull. Poor baby”