The Bare Essentials Of Cleaning

Gal has seen every kind of client. Bossy ones. Mismatched ones. But nothing like Kenzie Taylor. The pull started the first time they locked eyes. Gal felt it, sharp and immediate. After that, Kenzie’s stares clung too long, heated and obvious, though she never crossed the line. So Gal crossed it herself. Sweater off one week. Shirt the next. Pants gone soon after. Down to bra and panties, then nothing at all. Today she drops everything. Bare skin, hips swaying as she wipes and dusts. Kenzie watches, jaw tight, thighs pressing together. Finally the tension breaks. Kenzie straps on, grips Gal’s waist, and pushes deep. She fucks her hard across the polished floor, angle changing with every snap of her hips. Gal shatters again and again, coming wet and loud on the floor she was paid to keep clean.