Messing Around With The Cleaner

Ashlyn Angel’s morning takes an unexpected turn. The usual cleaner is sick, so Victoria Voxxx shows up instead. The moment Ashlyn sees her, she feels the pull. Blond hair loose, Victoria moves through the house with calm confidence. Ashlyn starts testing the air. She stretches on the couch in tiny shorts, lets her tank slide off one shoulder, walks past in nothing but a towel that barely stays closed. Victoria notices every time. She keeps wiping, dusting, but her eyes keep flicking back. After the third deliberate pass, Victoria sets the cloth down and meets Ashlyn’s stare. “You don’t have to work so hard to get my attention,” she says, voice low. Ashlyn’s breath catches. Victoria steps closer, fingers still smelling faintly of lemon polish. She slides one hand under the edge of that slipping towel and finds warm skin. Ashlyn parts her legs without thinking. Victoria’s fingers slip between soft blond curls, find her already wet, and press in slow, deep strokes. Ashlyn braces against the counter while Victoria fucks her with two fingers, thumb circling her clit. The towel drops. Natural tits bounce with each thrust. Victoria leans in, bites the side of her neck, and keeps working her open until Ashlyn’s knees shake and she comes hard around those fingers, pulse fluttering against Victoria’s palm.