Treats to My Handyman

Amalia Davis moves through the room with her coffee in one hand, her black dress clinging tight to every curve. She sets the cup down and slides behind the handyman, fingertips pressing into his shoulders. The touch lingers, then deepens, sliding lower until her hands roam freely over him. He turns, and her dress comes up fast; full, natural tits spill free into his palms. Her nipples stiffen under his thumbs. She drops to her knees long enough to feel him harden, then stands and bends over the workbench, offering her ass without a word. His fingers part her cheeks, slick with her own wetness, and he works one, then two inside. She rocks back on them, breathing harder, until he lines up and pushes his cock into her tight hole. She takes every inch, moans catching in her throat, tits swaying while he fucks her ass with steady, deliberate strokes until both of them finish hard and breathless.