She had a lovely view of his stocking clad legs, ruffle panties and the rest of his silky maid outfit as he scrubbed away. The blonde butterface insta...ntly felt tingles of lust. Heather smiled and closed the distance between them silently.She waited until Darius had finished his cleaning, backed out and closed the oven door before surprising him. Heather wrapped her heavy arms around his silky body and pressed her crotch to his ass hungrily. She felt him up and down as her body pressed him. Then she asked me Can you take a video of you tasting your wife’s juice. I told her what…maybe I will try, Will i get any benefit ? Just kidding. She asked me what you want? I told her I just want to lift you and hold you in my hands..that’s it..She said ok and I will not tell anyone. I asked her do you give blow job, she said no, I don’t like to because of the smell. I didn’t say anything. I told her, ok Shreya dear call me next week whenever you are free I will show you the video. She told me. ‘No,’ which was all I could think of to say since my brain had generously donated all it’s blood to an organ lower down my body. ‘I’ll try to do better,’ she said, misunderstanding me. Christ, if she got any better, my dick was going to explode. Which, when I thought about it, was the point. ‘Where is your bedroom?’ I whispered. ‘Down the hall, why?’ I almost told her I was looking for decorating ideas before I realized she wasn’t making a joke. I pulled back, raised an eyebrow and looked at. She stroked it and ran her thumb about its head. "This is what I want," she said, kissing my nipple.I gave it to her, slowly, gently and repeatedly; then harder and harder and deeper and deeper until we had the whole bed bouncing and the canopy swaying from side to side. She came, arching and spasming, at least twice, crying out with pleasure both times, and I finally fired a cannonade of hot jism into her depths and then, after a few dozen more strokes, subsided and withdrew. We were both.