Claire fixing her make-up

Claire was sitting at her makeup table, spreading blush on her face as Phil opened the door, stepping in. "You're home early," she said, paying more attention to the mirror than the man reflected in it. "Did you have a bad day?"

"No," Phil replied, stepping closer, his voice trembling with excitement. "I sold the nightmare house."

"You did?" Claire exclaimed, turning around, the excitement in her face. "That's grea...." she trailed off as she saw Phil standing there, stroking his cock. "Well, someone's a bit excited, aren't they?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, me," Phil replied, taking another step closer, then another, now right in front of her. "I'm very excited."

"Oh, Phil, I..."