The lucky gofer

I showed up with the bags and this blonde opened the door wearing next to nothing. Tight little body. Young. She looked me over like I was exactly what she needed after a long morning of boredom. Her robe slipped off one shoulder while she checked the receipt, and when I turned to leave she asked if I wanted to come inside for a tip. She dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, tugged my zipper down and took me straight into her mouth. Warm. Wet. Eager. She worked me slow at first, then faster, eyes flicking up to watch my face. Spit ran down her chin onto the marble floor. When she stood she turned around, bent over the entry table and spread herself open. I slid into her ass in one smooth push. She pushed back to meet every thrust, soft moans filling the quiet apartment. Her hands gripped the edge of the table until her knuckles went white. She stayed bent over after I finished inside her, breathing hard, a thin line of come sliding down her thigh. Then she turned, sank back to her knees and took me in her mouth again, cleaning every drop while she looked up at me with those wide, satisfied eyes.