Everyone is over the age of 18.
The anticipation of her next encounter with Brian and the tiresome duties of watching the hell spawns made her tired beyond belief. The lights were off upstairs and she shambled down the steps into the forbidden room where she undoubtedly became a homewrecker yesterday.
Obviously, thoughts ran through her mind and she did feel some remorse but the whole thing was so exhilarating. It took her an hour to fully remove the batch of sticky batter that wrecked her face. All the while, she just wanted to do it again. The brain meats churned thought after thought of what he might do to her and her panties were laced with arousal all day long.
However, after a couple hours of teasing herself and cruising into dreamland, she awoke to complete darkness. The computer screen was off and a hint of light came through the basement window, the moon at full. The light ringing in her ear made her slightly uneasy, but she started to recognize the sound of the clock hand, slowly ticking on. She ascended the stairs after lazily throwing on her silky black robe.
The fridge light made her squint but she was startled by the deadbolt being undone at the front door. She peeked at her watch and sure enough, he was home from work. She decided to leave the door ajar while she grabbed a water bottle so that he wouldn't need to turn on a lamp.
"Billie?" He said quietly.
"Welcome home," she smiled.
Brian dropped off his keys and the usual before shuffling over to her. He looked beat down.
"Long day?"
Billie handed off a water and he took a sizable swig before he leaned onto the wooden top of the island. The beauty in her eyes made him stutter a bit.
"Same bullshit everyday," he popped off, lowering his voice throughout.
The light from his refrigerator reflected off her creamy skin and that slinky black robe wasn't tied off. She wasn't wearing a bra and her immaculate, juicy cleavage was barely covered. His mind took off and he followed her smooth belly down to a pair of black lace, snuggled nicely between her thick thighs. His gaze lingered back up towards her giant breasts and he stepped forward.
"That for me?" he said, probing a bit.
Billie smiled and latched onto both of her hips. "Duh."
He unzipped his pants with a quickness and turned her to face the leftovers and milk. Hands pushed across the smooth silk and after pressing himself against her wide butt, he clutched onto those delicious globes. Billie leaned her head into his dirty work shirt and felt around for her prize while he pushed and squeezed.
"Been thinking about these at work?" Billie teased.
"You need to start wearing less," he said slowly, breathy.
"So you can gawk at me all the time?" she smiled up.
Brian exposed her hefty knockers and the cold brought her to stiff peaks, perfect for him to pinch on.
"No more baggy clothes in this house," he told her.
Billie casually watched him juggle her around and bit her lip. "Text me stuff I should wear then."
The leaky trouser snake escaped, dribbling across her hand before sliding through her tight cheeks and gliding into her thighs. Those drippy panties coated his veins quickly and their breathing started to get loud so she braced onto the door.
"We're gonna wake everyone," she grinned.
Brian's hips weren't listening and his gooey crown popped out the other side as he dry humped her.
Billie lightly chuckled and grabbed his hand, leading him down the stairs. Clothes were discarded along the way and they navigated the dark rooms until she found the bathroom light. He pushed it closed and with swingin' club and all, went directly for the shower and created some noise.
"Damn, Daddy," she smiled big, eyes mesmerized. "Very eager to play with me."