Delivering the Goods
It was one hell of an extravagance. But she had a damn good reason: she was horny.
There was absolutely nothing stopping Michelle from jumping in the car and going to the supermarket herself. Nothing except her horniness and the resulting barmy idea.
The delivery driver might not even be male, let alone someone she’d want to f**k. Michelle decided to take a chance. She reached for the computer mouse and clicked ‘Place Order.’ She mentally noted her delivery slot—between 2 and 4 p.m. That gave her hours to prepare.
Michelle ran a bubble bath, then got in for a good long soak to soften her skin and relax her muscles. She shaved her legs, underarms and p***y. She soaped up from neck to toe, then rinsed. Finally, she washed her hair. Satisfied she was clean and smooth,
