A cougar and a plumber

It hadn’t been long before Marcelo beckoned her over with a smile to look at what he had in his hand.

As Marla down to see that he had indeed found her ring, she had also noticed him glancing at the sight of her 38D breasts that were peeking over the top of her sweater.

She thanked him graciously and cheerfully and he had gone back to work, working on the sink pipe as she watched.

It didn’t take long before he was done with that, much to her amazement and delight.

Talk about lucking out, she thought. Too bad he couldn’t hang around longer, but being a Saturday, she was probably going to get a giant bill for all this as it was, and Marcelo appeared to be the type that didn’t waste any time when it came to working.

What the hell; she could always fantasize about him later if she hadn’t found anyone to bring home from one of the clubs to fuck that night.

At least the vibrator didn’t screw around on her and dump her over the phone.

Marla could see his cock outlined in his jeans as he sneaked glimpses of her chest through her tight sweater.