Cleaning House
CAN I HELP IT IF I can’t resist tidying the house?
If the bathroom’s looking a little scuzzy, it’ll only take a moment to clean.
And so what if my Mister is waiting in the bedroom? I’ll be there in two shakes, right after I make this filthy tile gleam.
But I’d better take off my linen pants before I put holes in the knees, and I’d better strip off this bulky sweater before I soak the sleeves. And how odd it would seem to toil and clean in my fine lace lingerie. So off it all comes and, naked as sin, I grab my trusty sponge to get down on all fours.
Now along walks my Mister, catching a glimpse of the action through the c***k in the bathroom door: soapy suds to my elbows, my shins slick and sliding, breasts swinging and swaying. Oh, I’m grunting with effor
