Pretend I'm Not Even Here!

Dana DeArmond had just dropped her robe and spread her legs when the noise started. Frustrated, she marched to the door and found Lucas Frost standing there, the boss’s son sent to clean up his dad’s mess. Her contractor never finished the kitchen, and now this kid was on her doorstep offering to pick up the slack. Not impressed. Lucas promised he’d stay out of her way, fix what he could, and act like he wasn’t even there. Dana slammed the door in his face. Back on the couch, the racket still came through the walls. Screw it. She kicked her feet up, spit on two fingers, and started working her clit while the blonde MILF stared straight at the ceiling. If he wanted to be invisible, she’d treat him like he was. When Lucas peeked in for instructions, he found her pumping those same fingers in and out, juices shining on her knuckles. Dana didn’t miss a beat. She answered every one of his questions, hips rolling, tits jiggling, eyes locked on his like it was the most normal thing in the world. Lucas tripped over his own words, cheeks burning, and mumbled another apology before disappearing again. Ten minutes later she had him cornered. Shirt off, cock already stiff, Lucas barely had time to react before Dana dropped to her knees and took him deep. She bobbed hard, spit running down his shaft, then shoved him onto the bed so she could straddle his face. Once his tongue was buried and her big tits were bouncing, she finally let him slide inside. Every thrust made up for the half-finished kitchen and then some.