The boom of her steps painted a different picture in Sam's mind.

He expected a mammoth to open the door.

Instead, Jen, his client for today, was a sweet, short woman with curves in all the right places.

Her figure was in the shadows, but it still looked appetizing.

Sam was a professional.

So he pushed those initial intrusive thoughts to the side.

Hello, ma'am, I'm Sam. You called for a leaking

pipe? Oh, yes. I'm glad he made it in such short notice. Please, come in. She pushed the dusty sliding

door open. Emerging from the shadows, she revealed much more than any plumber could reasonably

hope to see when visiting their clients. These things only happened in bad jokes or very specific

movies. She was wearing a transparent green robe with flowery motifs. Her big breasts were almost out for the world

to see. Her nipples were hiding behind purple petals, but most of her ariolas were peeking

through the thin fabric. She didn't seem to notice his thirsty look. Jen waved to invite him in,

and he got a face full of juicy ass. Her big, round, trembling buttocks bounced as she was carrying her delicious body on her toes. Her white

straight legs flexed with each step. She kept her pink heels away from the floor. She pointed to the kitchen.

It's down there, under the sink. Ah, of course, as if you didn't know that. Her curly black hair

bobbed on her shoulders, and her sparkling smile warmed the room.

Please call me if you need anything, she said, and went to go do who knows what. Sam was stunned.

He was happy his sweatpants were so large and his boxers so tight.

His massive boner was pressed against his leg and was now growing to the side of his

thigh. If someone were right to check his pocket, they would have discovered a wet spot and a burning

cock behind it. He forced himself to work, to take his mind away from the gorgeous half-naked woman, who, on her own end,

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