I’m sure you’re good with your…tools. …” she smirked at me and
bounced off. Sex mms I was cleaning out the pool that afternoon, hot as hell because of the Malibu temperature. I couldn’t put them down, even though I knew I should have. Only problem was, I had no idea how to get my ass out of this one. She grinned at me mockingly, arching her
back slightly towards me, as if in challenge. Her golden skin was beaded with sweat from the sauna, her
blonde hair up in a loose bun, stray strands clinging to her slick neck and moist back. My room around back was in a converted barn, nice
and private, so I got no complaints. I’d be lucky to stay out of jail, let alone keep my job. It was like a bolt of lightning straight into my crotch. I was walking to the sink when a smell hit me like a slap.
