The plumber meets Ms. Hot Pink Heels

Sandra was tired of the leaks. Tired of her boyfriend missing the target, too. She slipped into those pink heels while she waited for the plumber, and the moment Frank saw them he forgot every other job on his list. His eyes followed the line of her calves, the sharp arch of her foot, the glossy heel that caught the light each time she crossed her legs. He set his wrench down. She stretched her foot toward him and the decision was made. Frank dropped between her knees, cock already hard, and took her toes into his mouth like they were the only thing worth fixing that afternoon. She kept the heels on while she sucked him, pink spikes resting on his thighs, and when he finally pushed inside her it was on the desk she used for everything except work.