The right tool for the job

The scent of your dipping twat is strong. I can't escape the trap you've set--half under the sink with you're pussy inches from my face. I can tell that you need it, so I decide to reign in the controls.

"My, you are a hot little slut, aren't you?" I reach for my tool box as I say this.

"Just suck it, you fucker."

"Not until I hear you say it. What kind of a woman are you?"

She's begun to bob up and down in the air in anticipation of the tongueing she'll get. I find what I'm looking for and prepare my arm at the right angle. "Say it."

"Say what? That I'm a hot slut looking for a fucking? That my husband is away and I'm here alone and horny looking to be any man's whore with a hard enough prick. Now shut up you bastard and do something about it."

"Aw, now that's no way to talk to the man who's about to give you the greatest fucking of your life, now is it, slut?" And with that I stick the screwdriver handle in her twat.

"Unnnnngh," she groans as I begin probing the tool in and out of her pussy.