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Samuel looked down at her, shaking his head with amusement. "Geez, you swallowed every single drop. You really do remind me of Martha."

Amelia’s smile widened, her heart fluttering at the ultimate compliment.

"I always tried to stop her from doing that, though," Samuel sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his parted knees. "I always told her to let it out on a napkin or something."

"Why?" Amelia asked, tilting her head innocently. "I thought it tasted delicious. Didn't it feel good for you?"

"Oh no, my slut. I enjoyed it very much," Samuel murmured, his raspy voice dropping, "but when a woman’s mouth is coated in my mess, I can't exactly lean down and give her a proper kiss to thank her, can I?"

"Oh, so that's the reason! Geez, you're so silly," Amelia blinked, completely charmed by his reasoning. She let out a bright, melodic laugh. "No worries at all! I'll just go wash it off right now. Where is your bathroom?"

"The bathroom is just down the hall to your left," Samuel pointed lazily.

Amelia hopped up, her heavy tits bouncing freely. She padded completely naked down the hardwood hallway. In the bathroom, she thoroughly scrubbed her face with warm water and rinsed her mouth out three times with a minty mouthwash sitting on the sink, entirely erasing the scent and taste of his semen so she could be 'clean' for him.

When she trotted back into the kitchen, she smelled strongly of mint and vanilla. Samuel was still sitting at the dining table, though he had opened a fresh can of beer.

Amelia walked right up to him, standing between his knees, and proudly presented her clean face. "All fresh!"

Samuel smiled warmly. He pulled her down by her bare hips and pressed his mouth firmly against hers, slipping his coarse tongue smelling of tobacco past her lips to taste the mint. He kissed her deeply for a long moment before pulling back.

"Mmm, much better," Samuel hummed, patting her bare thigh.

Amelia beamed.

"You should probably get dressed and head home soon, angel. You've done more than enough for me today." Samuel said.

"Go home? But it's barely past three!" Amelia protested, her sweet voice pitching up.

"I know," Samuel murmured, rubbing his lower back. "But I really need to start scrubbing these floors and dusting the living room. It's getting out of hand. I'd hire a maid, but with my financial situation... well, I'll just have to push through. And I don't want to bore you while I clean."

Amelia’s tender, foolish heart completely broke for him.

"Samuel, absolutely not!" Amelia gasped, placing her hands firmly on her bare hips. "You sit right there and rest your back. I'll do it!"

Samuel took a slow sip of his beer, setting the cold can down. He knew exactly how to play this.

"Amelia, please," he shook his head, "I couldn't possibly ask you to do that. You're a guest. I already feel terrible for having my sweet friend do so much for me today."

"Oh, hush!" Amelia giggled, turning the faucet on and rinsing the dishes. "I feel incredibly guilty for not being useful enough to you! You listened to my problems, you gave me a wonderful massage, and you let me use your garden! Cleaning up a little is the absolute least I can do!"

"But-"

"No buts, if you don't let me clean today, I'll think you don't consider me to be your honest slut." she said already beginning to do the dirty piled up dishes.

Samuel stared at her earnestly. "You really are one stubborn whore. The cleaning supplies are under the sink."

"Thank you for the compliment." Amelia chirped happily.

While Amelia enthusiastically began scrubbing the countertops, completely naked, Samuel reached into his pocket and pulled out his own smartphone. He had already memorized her simple '1402' passcode. Using a specific spyware app he had downloaded for his 'freelance' work, he quickly paired his device with her unlocked phone sitting on the table. Within seconds, every text, email, and notification Amelia received would mirror directly onto his screen.

He set his phone down, leaning back to enjoy the show.

Amelia moved to the living room, a feather duster in one hand and a spray bottle in the other.

"You don't need to scrub the lower shelves, Amelia," Samuel called out innocently, taking a sip of his beer. "It's been like that for an year now."

"Hush- I said let me do my work. I can even take out dirt from a 100 year old relic." Amelia giggled from the living room. To prove her point, she planted her bare feet wider and bent completely over at the waist, sticking her plush, naked ass high into the air as she dusted the bottom shelf.

"Well, if you're going to lean down," Samuel drawled, his raspy voice dripping with dark amusement, "lean down a bit more, I like to see those heavy tits dangle."

Amelia eagerly pushed her chest further toward the floor, letting her massive breasts swing freely in the open air. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that, my bitch," Samuel praised, laughing as she practically vibrated with pride. "You know, you're the best little slut a man could ask for. So eager to please."

"That, I am, aren't I?" Amelia teased back, completely embracing the degrading banter. "I'm definitely a better bitch than Sarah! She couldn't clean a house half as fast as me!"

"Pffft" Samuel laughed, he didn't expect Amelia to still be hung up on her sister. She really was extremely competitive.

He rattled his empty beer bottle against the wooden table. "Ah, my glass is empty. Slut!"

"I'll get it!" Amelia immediately dropped the duster, without even being prompted.

She opened the fridge, grabbed a fresh, cold beer, and trotted over to the table.

As she handed it to him, Samuel didn't take the bottle. Instead, his thick hands reached out, gripping her narrow, bare waist. With a swift tug, he pulled her forward so she was standing directly between his spread thighs.

"Samuel!" she squeaked, blushing.

Samuel didn't say a word. He buried his face in her cleavage, latching onto her left nipple, sucking it hard, while his right hand slid directly down her flat stomach, his fingers immediately slipping into the wet, slick folds of her pussy.

"Ahhh! Samuel!" Amelia whined, her back arching "Geez... wait! Let me finish the... cleaning!"

Samuel pulled off her swollen nipple, his lips wet with her saliva. He gave her bare ass a sharp, stinging slap.

Smack!

"Ah! Samuel! I'm seriously trying to clean here, don't interrupt me!"

"Don't scold your elders, bitch," Samuel smirked, twisting his fingers inside her. "A good slut stops working when a man wants to pleasure her."

Amelia slapped his hand lightly with a smile, she had gotten so comfortable with Samuel as if he was her childhood friend..

"And a man doesn't interrupt when someone is cleaning his house for free!"

He ignored her plea and played with her for a few minutes, keeping her thoroughly aroused, before casually pulling his hand away and wiping his fingers on a napkin.

"Alright, go back to your chores," Samuel sighed, adopting his falsely considerate tone again. " But I think you really should stop and come rest now."

Amelia practically jumped off his lap. "I'm almost done!"

She glanced over her shoulder. Samuel was watching her, relaxed in his chair, taking a slow sip of his beer.

"You really are the perfect bitch, Amelia," he murmured warmly.

A sudden, overwhelming rush of affection swelled in Amelia’s chest. She didn't know what she felt, but seeing his face, she could always see something which she wanted to accompany for the rest of her life.

Amelia leaned down, as she threw her arms around his neck and captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Samuel let out a surprised hum, wrapping his free arm around her naked waist making her straddle him, her soft tongue sliding against his.

She pulled back, her blue eyes shining with genuine, corrupted affection.

"What was that for?" Samuel asked, raising an eyebrow.

Amelia giggled, resting her forehead against his. "I just felt like it."