Messy Pool

Zack had every reason to clean the pool. Sun beating down, water looking murky, the season ready to start. He just didn’t feel like moving. Then Angelica stepped outside. Dark hair, confident stride, heels sharp enough to draw blood. She didn’t ask. One heel pressed straight onto his balls, enough pressure to make him gasp and go still. She smiled. Clean pool could wait. Her mouth found him first, lips sliding deep, tongue working slow and steady until his cock glistened. She pulled back, swung one leg over, and gave him her feet. Smooth arches, painted toes, sliding up and down his length with lazy skill until he throated a moan. Only then did she turn toward the pool, heels clicking, leaving him hard, wet, and obedient.