I leaned against the doorframe in a sheer white robe that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, watching the three landscapers sweat through their shirts. “Boys,” I purred, stepping onto the porch. “It’s far too hot for all those clothes. Why don’t you come inside and cool off?”
The gardener, a thick-necked brute, stopped mid-stride. His eyes locked onto my nipples poking through the fabric. “We’re on a clock, ma’am,” he grunted, though his cock was already tenting his work pants.
“Forget the clock,” I whispered, sliding the robe off my shoulders. I stood there completely naked, my tits bouncing as I arched my back. “I have a much more urgent job for you.”
The two assistants didn’t need another invitation. They dropped their shears and rushed me. The gardener grabbed my waist, his rough, calloused hands digging into my hips as he shoved me back against the cool hallway wall.
“You’ve been teasing us for weeks, you little slut,” he growled, his breath hot against my neck.
“I’m a very bad neighbor,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
He didn’t hesitate. He ripped his zipper down, freed a thick, pulsing cock, and slammed it into my soaking wet pussy in one violent thrust. I screamed, my head hitting the wall as he began to hammer into me, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. One assistant leaned in, grabbing my breasts and kneading them roughly, while the other dropped to his knees, his tongue swirling around my clit, licking me clean with every thrust the gardener delivered
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