He rings at the door.

His muscles glisten in the Sun. He's oiled up in coconut, the smell is intoxicatingly sexy.

You open the door, wrapped in that tiny towel. It barely covers your butt and boobs, but it doesn't matter. Your pussy is already leaking so much lubrication, getting you ready for the guy...

He grins, slightly puffing his powerful chest up. His muscles ripple under his skin, the short-sleeved shirt tight on his black biceps. He's classy and elegant, in a way that tells a story where he's the dominant and you're the little slut ready to serve her master. He's not wearing a suit vest, but the pants are unmistakably Armani.

He strides into the room confidently, and you bite your lower lip. You're so in need...