Screw Me!

Aletta stands on the half-finished floor in a hard hat and an orange safety vest that barely covers her tits. She watches George driving bolts through steel, and the sight makes her wet. One sharp look is all it takes. She walks over, drops the vest, and says the words plain: “Screw me.” George sets the drill aside, pushes her forward over a stack of beams, and takes her from behind. Her heavy tits swing as he works his cock into her ass, slow at first, then deep and hard. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, begging for more. The noise of the site fades to the wet slap of skin and her ragged breathing. When George is close he pulls out, spins her around, and shoots across her open mouth and the curves of her breasts. Cum drips from her chin onto the vest she left on the floor. Aletta smiles, licks her lips, and tells him lunch is over.