


Oh to be a fly on the wall, but your not are you? Your the man in the other door way, watching as the last drops of water fall from her round ass. The morning sunlight streams in through the kitchen window. Memories of the night before running through your mind.
How you had held her against that very same door frame, your hands rough from the day's work gripping her breasts. Your chest pressing her against the hard wood as her hips push back. Low moans escape her lips as you pull on her nipple, your other hand moving to her hip. Pulling up on the lace nightie gently, your hands find her inner thigh and begin to grip it. Tightly at first but gently as it moves up to grab hold of her pussy, a sharp intake as she bites her lower lip.
You lean in close, hot breath on the back of her neck "you're my toy, now and forever" the words teasing but a threat at the same time. "I wouldn't have it any other way" her words are heavy with confidence and the need to feel you slip between the folds of her pussy.