Go on. Dip your feet in those shallow waters

The poor bimbo brunette was down on her knees, tits squeezed together, begging for a tit-fuck. It was the perfect submissive pose. Those clear limpid eyes looked at Robert wondering why he was spacing out. Which was just what he was thinking to himself too.

Steading his standing pose, legs jittery from the aching need to release his cock, Robert looked down to his jeans. With some suprise, he found them hanging on by a button(and a dream-swish!). Goodness knows when, but her deft hands, like some master magician, had undone his belt till they hung by the wayside.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Robert managed to settle his nerves pretty quickly. "No-no! Look at me here! C-ould you help me sign, please?"

"Ah? Sure thing SIR!", Like granted amnesty a huge cheerful smile adorned her face as she resumed fishing Robert's cock out of his jeans. It certainly matched Robert's own; but his like-wise was a shit grinning one.

Three words swam by in his head as he pivoted his hips forward, giving her easier access, "Customer is king."

"F-uck!" With barely a whisper, he felt her fake nails brush the head of his cock. Soon though, she had a firm hold of him and pushed down his jeans.

"Stay still please. The reader needs a decent signature amount."

With practiced motions, she brang the reader till it touched his cock head. One, two, three. From base to tip, she kneeded his cock with three deep and long strokes. It felt, and looked, to him that she had a method already worked out. Having done this many times before.

" It's great Sir already lubed up this cock for me," Without pause, she flashed him a smile in thanks. "..you can't count how many times I had to spit or suck on a cock to get a quick sign." Head back down she got back to business.

Hearing her slutty porn words sent Robert to the cleaners. Like a dam that had broken, he shot his hot spunk all over the reader and the delivery woman's tits.

*Ding* A sing-song chime echoed out as Robert opened his post cum eyes.

"Oh!" Seeing the cum covered bimbo checking the reader, not caring in the slightest that he'd missed his aim, sent him into a mind-blowing headspin.

"Thanks sir! Your package is by your feet. Have a GREAT DAY!"

Listening to her sultry voice, Robert stood there watching with his newly acquired parcel, jeans by his feet. There goes the goddess of delivery. Strutting her stuff out of sight, bubble butt swaying.

God bless UPS.

Like seeing a wife off, his cock gave a last tearful salute.