Amily the personal maid-2

I grabbed a handful of her hair and drew her lips to mine. The kiss was filled with passion, tongues twirling together.

When we finally broke for air, I said, “I’m ready to solve that problem if you are.”

“Honey, you have no idea how ready I am,” Amily breathed. “Time to check out that shower.”

She stripped as she skipped from the bedroom to the shower, her clothes a trail of bread crumbs. I quickly followed.

The stall was just big enough for two people. As I stepped in, I did what every red blooded male would do – I reached for her tits. Amily however swatted my hands away.

“What are you doing?”

” You have such great puffy nipples, and they stand so proud on your chest, I need to suck them.”

“I’m glad that you like them. I always think my chest is too small. But first, I need your cock.”

As Amily spoke, she had resumed stroking my length. The shower had a built in bench, which was right behind her so she sat there. The tip of my cock was just below her chin. Bobbing her head down, Amily teased the slit with her tongue.