Rhyley was in hurry. Her dishwater blonde hair hung in ringlets about her face, the sweat dripping off her brow and onto floor. She hated cleaning her home, but she had a one room flat and it did tend to get cluttered easily. She wore the rattiest sweat shorts she could find and a tank top that had seen better days when she was still in high school. She wore her stains with pride in knowing that she will do a job well done.
Her mind began to wonder while she scrubbed the hardwood floor, keeping as little moisture on the floor as possible. As a cool breeze came through her window, her nipples hardened and pinched them. How nice it would be if Russell was here to enjoy these, she thought. She plopped the sponge back into the bucket and sat back on her naked heels. She decided to give it a rest for a while and enjoy the wind as it lapped up the perspiration oozing down her body.
She laid down and let her legs fall slightly apart as a gush of wind ruffled her shorts. It felt so good against her hot and swollen pussy that she moaned. She slid her shorts down her thighs and tossed them aside to land on a footrest. She hiked up her tank to get a better grip on her sweat sheened nipples, her mouth slightly ajar with excitement.
"Oh, Russ, I wish you were here. I could use a your fat rod right now." Rhyley had to relieve herself and she rubbed her stiff clit with fervor as she relived her dreams of Russell.
She was spread eagle on the floor, her hand working furiously as the door crept open. She was too horny to notice and the person who came in was shocked and pleased to walk in on her. He shut the door as quietly as he could and sat on the floor between her legs, loving the unobstructed view and uninhibited show of lust.
Her breasts were heaving with her harsh breaths and they jiggled vigorously, the tiny mauve nipples waving their salute to their unexpected guest. He was getting hard watching her and far be it for him to be a voyeur, he had to admit there was a thrill watching the oblivious. He breathed in her scent deeply and caressed his aching cock through his jeans. He was ready to show her just how much he loved seeing her that way and he knelt between her legs.
The sight and sound of her long fingers squeching in and out of her musky slit was too much for Russell to bear. He placed his face almost touching her fingers and he lapped at the juices that flowed abundantly. Rhyley jumped with the unexpected tonguing and sighed as the soft mouth closed in on her digits, sucking the come from them. She opened her legs a bit wider to accommodate his large shoulders as he nuzzled her sweet folds. He loved the way her lips closed over his tongue. With each flick she grew increasingly hot, her lust barely contained knowing who it was who administered such expert cuntlapping. She shouted as he nibbled her clit, the sensation too strong for her to be so passive.
"Fuck me." He smiled at the desperation in the throaty voice that beckoned him.
