All's clear

All clear now. She had the window-washer figured out fast. He kept showing up early, cloth and squeegee in hand, eyes hungry for a show she was happy to give. The blonde stepped into the frame wearing nothing but a thin, silky set—lace bra cupping her tits, matching thong riding high between firm cheeks. A brunette waited on the bed behind her, already stripped, legs parted, fingers teasing her own slick slit while she watched the act unfold. The cleaner pressed closer to the glass. The blonde smiled, slow and wicked, then dropped to her knees. She freed his cock through the open window, wrapped her lips around the head, and started sucking like she meant to leave him empty. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her lace. She took him deeper, throat working, blonde hair brushing his thighs with every bob. Behind her the brunette slid two fingers inside herself, moaning at the sight. The blonde pulled off just long enough to catch her breath, then stood, turned, and leaned forward against the sill. She reached back, tugged the thong aside, and offered her tight little ass. The cleaner climbed through the frame without hesitation. He spat on his cock, pressed the head to her hole, and pushed in slow. The blonde gasped, knuckles white on the wood, body stretching around the thick intrusion until he was buried to the hilt. He started to thrust—short, hard strokes that made her cheeks ripple. Each drive punched a cry out of her. The brunette crawled closer, slipped beneath the blonde’s hips, and started licking the clit that peeked from between spread folds. Two tongues worked in rhythm: one buried in the blonde’s ass, the other flicking across her swollen nub. The blonde’s legs shook. She came hard, cunt pulsing against the brunette’s mouth while her ass clenched around the cleaner’s cock. He kept going, pace turning rough, until his balls tightened and he unloaded deep inside her. Hot cum spilled out around his shaft, running down her thighs in thick rivulets. The brunette lapped it up, tongue dragging through every drop. When the cleaner finally pulled free, the blonde stayed bent, ass gaping, a satisfied smile on her lips. Outside the window the morning stayed quiet. Inside, nothing was hidden anymore.