I squeal and drop my tools, quickly forgetting about messes and clean up afterwards. I know those footsteps, the steady and confident stride, to belong to my Sir. XXX He moans with me and we forget about being quit, lost in each other and the feelings. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. I’ll clean it up, I promise! Those lips that have been so silent at work while mine were loud as a freight train passing by…His stubble adds a grown man quality to his tan 23 year old features. He smiles and leans down to kiss me. The skirts sits atop my ass and gives him a full view of everything he likes to see. I don’t know what I do to you, Sir.” I arch my back more and get a spanking in return.
