After painting the exteriors of the first two cabins, Blake and Shasta took a break. In the kitchen of the main house, he quickly made turkey sandwiches for their lunch. Hows that plug feeling, kitten? he asked as he sat across the table.
Its fine. I mean, I can feel it, but it doesnt hurt.
His grin was sly. Does it feel good?
She shifted uneasily in her chair. I just know that my pussy is about to go up in flames if it doesnt get some relief soon.
Blake laughed. Well see what we can do about that. Rounding the table, he grasped her arm and led her to the kitchen counter, where he bent her over. A sharp tug dropped her shorts to the floor around her feet. He released his monster erection and impaled her roughly.
Oh, shit, yes! she panted.
After three strokes, he pulled out and restored his jeans, returning to the table to finish his lunch.
Shasta, still leaning over the counter, watched him incredulously. Are you kidding me?!