Naked And Full Of Sex Was This Cleaning Lady, Wet And Warm Her Cunt

My face he thought as he left the ad in the paper. Here a plasters offered their housewife services. No sex just brushing was there. He should know what cleaning means with this lady.

Jörg read the advertisement amused: “Let yourself be pampered the prettiest women cook and clean for you in the Evakostüm. Just call …..” It is becoming more and more comfortable, he babbled to himself, Now they are still cooking naked. Shortly he called the phone number from the ad and made an appointment. Saturday was up. She arrived punctually at nine o’clock. As Corinna she introduced herself. At most twenty-one or twenty-two, he appreciated her. The beauty of the woman and her super figure amazed him. The long black hair wore her open. Actually, she made the impression of a woman from a good home. Nothing was cheap about her. She gladly accepted the offer for breakfast. That was good, because you could at least learn a little from each other, and he should specify his mission, what he wanted to have cleaned and cooked. Deep Jörg looked her in the eyes and asked gently: “And is the touching of the figure with the paws forbidden?” “Yes,” she said determined, “my boss has certainly told you clearly that sex is out of the question.” She got up and disappeared into the kitchen.

Sex, no, she said for now I do not want that

Then he took the language. Only with a cute apron on her back, vacuum cleaner and duster she came back. The apron reached down just over the pubic hair and up the relatively wide straps ran over the middle of her gorgeous full breasts. Only with some movement did the dark brown courts and the red stiff buds blink. Her first turn took his breath away. At the back, nothing obscured the seductive sex prospect. Perfect hips and underneath two fantastically curved cheeks. Scrumptious! The game had started. It was noticeable to her how she dosed her movements exactly during the cleaning work. Sometimes she made sure that the wearer briefly released her nipples. Then the apron slipped and she allowed him a look at the wild black sex pubic hair. Most of all she aroused the man when she switched on the vacuum cleaner. At the low bows she showed him everything. Only one idea were the thighs apart, but he saw the wild overgrown plump labia. The dark brown rosette set the I-dot to this picture.

Every now and then an uncertain look came from her to him. At the last she froze. Jörg had just left his pants open and let his stiff lout jump in freedom. Unmistakably he rubbed his fist over the entire length. She shrieked, “We talked about it, not sex!” “We do not have any sex at all, who wants to forbid me with such racy pictures that I’m masturbating in my own four walls?” Without turning around again, she did the last gripping in the living room, preparing to cook in the kitchen. He looked at her bare back and continued masturbating, lost in thought. In the kitchen, of course, she could not resist his will to win. It got worse. He had nothing left when he whistled softly through the kitchen door.

His tail bobbed ahead of him at every step. Without a word, Jörg sat down on the windowsill and watched with interest. Another side glance from her, and again she saw him masturbate behave. For preparing the salad, she was forced to stand at the kitchen table facing him. “Do you have a second apron?” He asked. To her incomprehensible look, he added: “You have some stains on it.Also I have ordered from your boss a young sex woman who cleans and cooks naked with me, please just drop the apron.” He was stunned that she did it immediately. Who knows, maybe she was afraid of a complaint. Shamelessly full of sex, he stared at her stark naked front and continued rubbing his immaculate cock.

Her black pubic hair clearly showed a few wet strands. So she had not stayed that cool. At last Jörg ventured. He walked so far toward her that his tail was almost touching her stomach. He grabbed her shoulders gently and grunted: “And if we tell the boss now about sex, if they meet me a few special requests outside the agreed fee.” Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. Almost hateful, she exclaimed: “Sex for money never!” Without further ado, she turned back to work. She said in a tinny voice, “The salad is ready to go through, everything on the stove is ready for you to eat at 12. I’m cleaning the bathroom now.” “Is not out of the question,” he protested, “I keep my private parts clean myself.”

Horny for sex, I stroked her hard clit and that was free

She did not refrain from his objection. Two doors clicked, and he knew she had disappeared in the bathroom. Would have laughed, he thought, maybe she does something in my apartment against my will. Splinter naked as he was, he followed her. He almost thought it over. Corinna was not cleaning. With raised hands she stood in the shower. That made her sex breasts even more beautiful. She probably did not hear him because of the sound of the water, or she pretended to be perfect. Anyway, she wrapped her whole body with his lotion in light blue bubbles. It moved insanely in Jörg’s loins. He had never before watched a woman so intensely in her private care. It made him unbelievable how persistently and emotionally she washed and rubbed her breasts. Between her legs she gave him an extended special performance. He had strongly suspected her of making her fingers curl as she rubbed her jewelry between her crispy brown thighs. Almost everything she had done with her eyes closed. Maybe she was afraid to get foam in her eyes. Maybe she was just playing a very ingenious game with him. He stepped very close to the shower stall. She just blinked at his noises and scolded: “Are you ashamed, are you listening to a woman in the bathroom?”

When she had rinsed off the foam with the shower, she finally opened her eyes. She was apparently no longer surprised that he was still completely naked and horny on sex before her and presented his uprising. Jörg did not know what encouraged him. Anyway, he took a big step towards her. With the tightness, it was inevitable that he tapped his tail somewhere. As if in defensive motion, her hand went down. However, she did not refuse, but grabbed and whispered: “I could be a little help you.” With these words, her hand began to move slowly up and down the mast. With tender grips to her breasts Jörg returned the favor. She actually stopped and began to growl with relish. For a while, the man dropped to his knees and simply shoved his godparent gift between her legs. After all, he had so much experience that he stroked her gorgeous in this position the clitoris. Her violent reaction made him sure as well. She reached around her butt to access whenever he pushed his way through her thighs. The water was still rushing over both. Determined, Jörg turned it off and went to his knees in front of the naked beauty.

Housewives sex, the very special kind

She was in the thick of it, putting her legs apart by herself and giggling as he pulled her labia wide. His stiff tongue darted into the appetizing pear and shook the woman. Her grip on his black mane was at the same time defense and encouragement. Defensive because, because you made his skilful kisses very scary. And encouragement? Which housewife should probably not cheer when she is doing so well. Joerg did not hide how much the woman’s body had already heated up. She shrieked happily at each of his tongues, and when he clung to the clit she made inarticulate sounds. With a powerful eruption she came. Her breath was still fluttering as she turned on her own axis, leaning far forward and yelling, “Kooooomm!” Of course he came immediately, and how. He filled her to the last corner. The woman turned from second to second to sex fury. She just pushed him to her crisp butt, that his bag clapped to her thighs sex.

It clapped and clapped. She wildly shook her long wet mane and called to him the most vulgar and affectionate expressions. With her sexual climax her intimate muscles began to twitch wildly. Jörg did not think differently about the constitution than that she was about to get a vaginal spasm or faint. Nothing like that! Half wet, she let herself be carried to his bed. She had not cleaned in this room yet. For this she kept him in mind for a long time through three fantastic sex numbers. No, not very long, because she came back next weekend and it was much higher. Not for money, however, she made sex. They had fallen in love.