Leslie’s Pool Supplies Pro (Spring Valley NV)
The Day Laborer (Pool House) The chlorine smell mixes with sweat as he holds you against the tile wall of your guest house bathroom. Your tennis skirt is bunched around your waist, your La Perla thong torn and dangling from one ankle. Outside, the rest of the garden crew keeps trimming hedges, unaware that their foreman has the lady of the house three fingers deep and screaming. You're rubbing your clit so hard it hurts, phone slippery in your other hand as you text me: "The crew leader has me in the pool house. Says he's going to fuck the entitlement out of me." He drops to his knees right there on the marble, his calloused hands rough on your soft inner thighs as he spreads you wide. His tongue is relentless, lapping at your slit like he's starving, like your pussy is the only thing that matters in the world. You look down at his dark head between your pale legs, at the contrast that makes your stomach flip with filthy desire. "Text your husband," he...