Repair

The kitchen had shit itself again. Bea Stiel stood among broken appliances and swore under her breath, her day already wrecked. Then the two repair guys walked in. Their eyes said more than their tools. One reached under her skirt and pressed straight between her legs. Her body answered before her mouth could. She spread on the counter while they dropped their belts. One cock slid into her mouth, the other parted her ass cheeks and pushed in deep. They fucked her hard, switching holes without asking, until both finished across her face and left her glistening on the tile. By the time they packed up, the kitchen worked and so did she.