Deepthroating The Handyman

Lily Lane owns the new spot that's had the joint falling apart, pipes bursting and wires shorting out at the worst moments. Celtic Iron shows up to fix every last leak, spark and loose board. Once the lights finally stay on and the floor doesn't squeak, she decides he deserves more than a thank-you. With a smirk and no hesitation, she drops to her knees right there in the middle of the cleaned-up dining room, unzips his jeans and wraps her lips around his thick cock without asking permission. Celtic groans, hands fisting into her hair, hips rocking in tight thrusts while she works him deep, the whole restaurant echoing with wet, hungry sounds. Lily looks up with eyes gleaming, spit running down her chin as she swallows every inch. She looks cocky, greedy. He grins back, calling her a dirty little owner, voice thick. Moments later he pulls her onto the fresh table, flips up her skirt, sinks into her soaked pussy in one hard stroke. Lily gasps, claws at the wood, thighs gripping his sides as he pounds her steady. The table creaks under their weight, plates rattling on the rack. Every thrust feels like a paycheck delivered with heat and sweat. They come hard, Lily clenching tight around him while he groans and fills her up. Before he zips up he slaps her ass, says it was his pleasure, then walks out—place still smelling like fresh lumber and sex.