Labour of lust

Stella lay on the bed, naked and restless. Boredom had set in. Outside, the gardener paused. His eyes locked on her pale skin, the heavy sway of her breasts, the smooth curve of her hips. He stepped inside. No words. Just heat. Stella reached for him, spreading wide. He took her from behind first, slow and thick, working her tight ass until her moans broke the silence. She rocked back, greedy for more. Then he flipped her, gripping those full tits while he fucked her harder. She came gasping, legs shaking. He pulled out at the last second, stroked once, and painted her pretty face with thick ropes of cum. Stella licked her lips, smiling through the mess. Work could wait.