Pane And Pleasure

Candee Licious stands by the glass in nothing but a thin robe, bare feet on cool tile, looking down at the man working her lawn. Her eyes keep finding him. He feels it, glances up, and the heat between them jumps. She bites her lip. He drops the rake. Inside, he finds her already at the window. The robe falls. Her skin is smooth, her breasts soft and natural in the afternoon light. He presses her to the pane, mouth on her neck, hands sliding down until he finds her tightest place. One finger slips inside, teasing her open, then two, working her slowly until she’s slick and ready. She pushes back, wanting more. He gives it to her. She braces against the glass as he pushes his cock into her ass, every inch claimed while the sun pours over them. Her breath fogs the window. He fucks her deep, steady, until her moans echo off the quiet walls. She takes every thrust, fingers braced, legs shaking, lost in the pleasure he’s giving her. When he finally spills inside her, she stays pressed to the glass, flushed, satisfied, the yard below forgotten.