"I think you know."

“I think you know what I want you to polish,” Anthony said, flexing his cock slightly.

Abbey moaned, “Well, we can’t do this in the bedroom, the sheets are in the dryer. Do you want to get comfortable on the couch?”

“That sounds lovely,” he said. He stayed there for a few more thrusts and Abbey was sure if he continued for one more moment she would beg for him to fuck her. Then he pulled away, releasing her breasts and slowly stepping backwards.

He took her hand and guided her toward the living room as he had done. Abbey asked, “So, leave the apron on?”

As Anthony sat in a single couch he looked at her, “If it’s alright with you, I would like to see your beautiful tits, but please, leave your shoes and wedding rings on.”

Abbey giggled as she reached behind herself, loosening the apron straps. “You want to see my wedding rings as I stroke your cock?”

He nodded, his eyes taking in every moment as she knelt in front of him. “I’ve never been with a married woman.”

When she was kneeling in front of him, she rested her hands on his knees and wiggled the fingers on her left hand, he moaned slightly before reaffixing his eyes on her tits. She watched his face and swayed her chest, swinging it in front of him. “Like what you see?” she asked.

“I’d rather taste them,” he confessed, “and taste you?”

She giggled and slowly slid her left hand up his leg, leaning forward more. As she did, she wrapped her left hand around his thick shaft. He moaned as he watched her wedding rings against his throbbing cock. “You would need the full service package for that,” she said.

Slowly she stroked his cock and he started at her fingers, her engagement ring glinting in the light. “God, that is sexy,” he moaned. She scooted forwards a little more and brought her other hand to his cock. It was long enough that she could stroke it with two hands, thick enough that her fingers didn’t connect.

With her arms reaching out that way, her breasts were pressed together. “Wow, your tit’s look incredible like that.”

She smiled and leaned forward more, her breath touching the tip of his cock as she spoke. “I bet you would like to fuck them, cum all over them?”

He moaned at her words and the touch of her breath, slowly he reached out one hand to stroke her face and as he did her tongue snaked out to lick his sock head, scooping the pooling precum onto it. Very slowly she moved back, the slick strand of Anthony’s pleasure stretching out between the tip of his cock and her tongue. “Believe me, I don’t want to hurry this up, but wasn’t the deal you would be here to clean for two hours?”

She pursed her lips to his cock head and slowly swirled her tongue around him while stroking his cock for several more seconds before pulling back and smiling up at him. “Well, let’s just say I’m gunning for extra business. Now sit back, relax and let me polish your knob.”

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