Last Package Of The Day

Francis slouched on the couch, heard a firm knock, and crossed the room. The door opened on Peach Lollypop, red hair catching the afternoon light, the last bike courier of the day holding a package under her arm. They exchanged quick hellos, then Peach asked where he wanted it. Francis nodded toward an open spot near the table. Peach stepped inside, crossed the floor, and bent at the hips to set the box down. Her bike shorts stretched tight over the full curve of her ass and hugged the slope of her big tits. Francis watched from a few feet away, eyes locked on that tempting view. Peach glanced back over her shoulder and caught him staring. A slow, knowing grin spread across her lips. She stayed bent a moment longer, letting the silence stretch, then straightened just enough to speak. “No more stops today,” she said, voice low and playful. “Want to keep me here and make some real use of my time?” Francis felt his cock twitch. The answer was obvious.