My hand groped her boob through the apron, squeezing the heavy flesh—soft yet firm, like ripe fruit, nipple hardening under my palm.
She seemed to tighten, a low moan building—"Ahh..."—as I pulled the apron up with my other hand, exposing her bare pussy.
Fingers traced her slit—already wet, lips puffy and slick—before plunging in, two digits sinking deep into her tight heat.
Schlick!
The sound was obscene, her walls clenching around me like a greedy mouth.
She moaned louder—"Ohh... Tianlong!"—back arching, ass grinding back against my cock.
"Why are you naked?" I growled, thrusting my fingers slowly, feeling her juices coat them, the real-world squelch of a soaked pussy echoing in my ears.
She glanced toward the table, where three slips of paper lay—scribbled notes, like some naughty game.
Her voice was breathy, interrupted by moans. "We... ahh... made a deal."
I chuckled, picking up one paper, my fingers still buried in her, pumping steadily.
