Is she not a good house wife?

Olivia on the way to the kitchen had a strange feeling that as if she had her entire luxurious feet, the soles and between the toes were covered in mud and were terribly sticky, but she didn't even bother to look down, because she knew from experience that her huge breasts would cover everything, as usual. However, shivers still ran through her whole body, even taking into account the thickness, plumpness and above all the juiciness of her thighs, she felt the lumpy, thick and tart matter smearing between her beautiful hams making a beautiful symphony of wet smacking sounds. Otto got up from the chair squeezing the rest of the poisonous sludge from the swimming trunks onto the chair like a toothbrush tube, but of course he doesn't care, he has a sexy cleaning lady after all, but he planned one thing. Otto went upstairs, because even though he has this ditzy, inedible bitch he still wanted to read his hentai book that he bought. It was about a girls' school, where an alien with tentacles appeared in the basement, catching one by one, incubating them with eggs, but not about that. As he passed, he said

– My dirty dishes are on the table – he said it quite impudently, after which footsteps could be heard on the stairs and he added – go get them, you hear them

Olivia, not knowing why, had a vague hope that he would bring his dishes to her, but oh well.

–"I am a good housewife, since I am not a productive employee of society anyway, I should take care of the house and do everything so that Dave lives well, it is my duty" – such a resolution was formed in her head.

She went to get the rest of the dishes (as he had planned), noticing this strange mess on the floor, still wondering what it was and that she had to clean it up. When she got there, she noticed immediately that her chair was not pushed to the table. She was a bit ashamed, because she had the impression that she was a cultured woman and had manners. When she got to the table, she noticed strange dirty marks on her chair and stains on the seat, but not Otto's, but hers. The bastard switched seats so he wouldn't have to explain what he left behind, and so she could blame herself.

– What is this, where did it come from?! - she was disgusted by what she saw, like a pile of yellowish hairy shit, and the worst thing was the fact that she started to believe that she created it and came up with increasingly stupid explanations - maybe my oil and sweat somehow combined and created it?

After a while, she woke up from staring at the goo, which actually started dripping onto the floor, resembling the one on the floor, and she blamed herself for that too. She quickly took Otto's dishes and quickly returned, doing a typical anime girl run, splashing and clapping her breasts and ass. to wipe the goo off the chair. When she stood in front of the chair with a cloth and cleaning fluid in her hand, she froze for a moment, unable to look at it, but she was still calm.

– Thank god Dave didn't notice, I would have died of shame... eek! - she let out a sweet squeak and blushed - what if he saw it, but again he showed understanding for my incompetence, I am a housewife I thought I was good but I have to work on myself.

Suddenly

– What's going on Olivia? - he asked, his tone light, but with a hint of something that made her heart race. She spun around to face him, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she realized he had been watching her.

– Eek! - she did it again, out of surprise and turned around. Otto was leaning against the doorway, his eyes fixed on her with a look that made her blush deepen. His gaze was intense, as if he could see right through her, and it made her skin prickle with a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite name. Otto decided to go in because he heard everything how loudly she was thinking, because he didn't really go upstairs but waited for the right moment and he did, and she stood rooted to the floor.

– Hello?

– Eee... - honestly I wouldn't know myself, BUT SHE decided to cover her shame and quickly sat down on that disgusting hairy cake, of course because of her huge buttocks, she made a loud wet slimy sound. As soon as the skin of her buttocks came into contact with the unknown substance a shiver went through her entire spine. she was counting on Oto to guess the situation, but he didn't say anything, just smiled ominously - "does he know" - of course she was ashamed, which her face perfectly showed. However, to show how relaxed and cool she was, she crossed her legs, again splashing all the smegmo cum on her thighs, which she forgot to wipe off. By crossing her model legs, she really only exposed her curves to her "stepson"/master - I came to wipe the table - she awkwardly showed the cloth and sprayer. Her hands were trembling slightly, betraying the nervousness she was trying to hide. The sticky sensation on her skin seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart, making it hard to concentrate.

– It looks pretty clean to me

– You know me, I'm a cleaner

– I can see it very well – he glanced at the floor to the kitchen and back at her, making her aware of the filthy spots on the floor

– I'll take care of it right away – she gave an awkward smile, squirming like a little kid in the seat, because the sour substance and stiff pubes really were uncomfortable to sit on, only smearing and rubbing the slime into the skin of her ass more and more.

– Something's wrong with your ass, maybe I'll massage it? Like your feet before?

– Maybe next time, but not now. Okay?

– It's a promise then- he looked straight at her wide, horizontal hips, with a smile of a villain with yellow crooked teeth

– "He knows what I've done" - she was burning red with shame inside, she felt so warm that she could immediately melt the hungry sperm all over her angelic body - "but he doesn't say anything. God, how understanding and patient he is with me"

Otto looked at her, Olivia, helplessly placed in an awkward situation, started to wipe the already clean table like a woman from a cleanliness ad, still looking at Otto with a fake smile, not seeing that she was washing the same place all the time, she couldn't finally stand, and her crossed legs made it impossible to turn comfortably, she was trapped, and her bottom was increasingly merging with mayo-mustard mucus.

– Okay, I won't bother you, but I noticed some strange stains on dad's chair. They were already there before I sat down, but I didn't want to worry you then, but since you're cleaning up now anyway. I hope they're not permanent, bye

– What?!