The cleaning lady

He looked into the slightly puzzled face of a cleaning lady. She was a latina in her early fourties, he'd say, a bit on the plump side but with a rather pretty face and beautiful dark eyes, that started to glint with amusement at the sight before her.

"Ah Dios mio! Not again. You guys should learn to lock that stall when you get your polla sucked."

She put down the bucket with cleaning utensils she carried and leaned into the door flame, arms crossed under her ample breasts.

"Go on, Guapo. Get off so I can get to work!"