Dirt is filthy. Not my kind of filthy. The dirt is grossly filthy. So, when I walked into my kitchen to find my plumber with an ugly stain on his denim pants, I just couldn’t stand it. The man was tall, dark, and sexy, and should not have some ugly stain smearing his pants. I stood beside a wall, my hands folded across my chest as I watched him finish fixing my kitchen sink. Of course, at this point, I had thoughts about the “shy handyman cock”, but mostly – THAT DIRT STAIN.
The Job Is Done, But The Dirt Goes Too
Once he finished, he washed his hands under the faucet and turned around to look at me. He obviously thought I would pay him right away. But no; I could only pay him after making sure he was just as clean as he was when he stepped through my door. So I brought his attention to the stain on his pants.
He dismissed it and said that it was something normal for a plumber. I told him I could help him wash his pants.
Maybe I Could Fix His Pipes Too?
The man was nervous at first. He was a little shy and uncertain. I could see all of that in the look in his eyes and in his attempts to look away from me. But I also saw a bulge in his pants. There he was, feigning innocence, and yet he wanted to fuck the hell out of me? That’s when it hit me. I could help his pants, and take care of that shy handyman cock all at once.
I decided that there was no longer a need to seek permission when I realized just how erect he was. When I slowly advanced toward him I made my boobs slightly visible through the delicate lace of my soft blouse. Halting in front of him, I leaned into him and told him just how much I wanted to clean him with my tongue.
Didn’t Expect To Play With A Shy Handyman Cock Today
His cock hardened some more. When I felt it jerk and spasm in his pants, I just couldn’t hold back anymore. I lowered myself to my feet and made sure to knead his body with mine. His chest rose and fell as directed by the newfound heaviness of his breath. The tiled floor was cold against my knees, so I needed something hot to combat the cold. I could unbelt his pants right away, but I decided to tease him through the fabric first. I ran my fingers along with his cock for a feel of his thick girth.
He gasped and shuddered, and then he firmly gripped me to steady himself on his feet. In moments, his pre-cum smeared his pants and made me even thirstier for the delicious nectar that would soon spurt out. I could no longer contain my horniness. I unbelted his pants, undid his zipper, and yanked his cock out of its enclosure. This will show him how I do my work – and of course, I am talking about the work on that shy handyman cock of his.
I’m A Good Cleaner
My lips wrapped around it and caged it in my warmth. He cried out, his cock pulsing inside of me while his whole body trembled with pleasure. I ran my lips along his shaft, from the tip to the base, and felt each bulging vein and each throbbing movement. I stroked him with my lips a little longer, and after he shot his load down my throat, I licked him clean with my tongue.
Then, of course, grabbed those pants and headed for the washroom. The blow job was hot, but this stain still must go.
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