The contractors were working in the front room. We popped in to see their progress from time to time. While they worked, though, I got ready for the day. I disappeared into the bathroom to do my makeup and heard the door open. I grinned at the sound of Sir’s pants being unzipped and again as he folded me over the bathroom sink.
“Spit in your hand. Make sure you’re wet.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, spitting into my hand and rubbing it around and inside of my cunt. I was certainly wet – I doubt I would have needed the spit at all.
Sir grabbed my hips and entered me then. I gasped, my hands reaching out over the sink for something to hold onto as he rocked into me. I looked beneath us to watch his balls slapping against my skin. Mmm… I love the feeling of his balls slapping into me.
I grinned as I thought of the contractors that were at work just one room over from us now and tried to keep myself quiet as the bang and hum of each tool died down every few seconds. I looked up to watch Sir fucking me in the mirror, loving the view, the look on his face. It said “I own you” – no… “I own this.”
Sir pulled out of my cunt and instructed me to get down on my knees and clean his cock. I did so slowly, watching his eyes as I licked up our combined juices… savoring it. Then he smiled at me, said, “Good girl,” and left without another word. I grinned and looked at myself in the mirror, thinking, “Damn. I love us.”
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6zpa2r/quiet_there_are_workers_mf