Sex is better than TV

Brooklyn Bailey stretched out on the couch, bored senseless, when the screen flickered black. No soap opera, no way to kill the afternoon. She picked up the phone and called the first repair service that answered. When the door opened, a lean young man in a fitted work shirt stood there, tool bag in hand. His eyes drifted over the swell of her breasts beneath a thin robe before he crossed the room and crouched by the set. She watched the line of his back, the shift of his shoulders, and felt a slow, wet heat gather between her thighs. The blonde MILF let the robe slip wider, nipples tightening against cool air. He glanced up and caught the view. Tools clinked onto the floor. He stood, wiped his palms on his jeans, and stepped closer. Brooklyn dropped to her knees without a word. She freed his cock, heavy and already hard, and slid her mouth down in one smooth stroke. Her tongue worked the underside, saliva glistening as she took him deeper. He groaned, fingers twisting in her hair. She sucked until spit ran down her chin, then pulled off with a wet pop and lay back on the carpet, robe open, legs spread. He sank between her thick thighs and drove into her slick cunt in one thrust. Her big tits bounced with every snap of his hips. She gripped his ass, urging him deeper, moaning as the thick length stretched her open. The repairman pounded her until her walls fluttered and she came hard around him, heels digging into the rug. He pulled out just in time. Brooklyn stayed on her back, mouth open, and took his hot cum across her tongue and lips in thick ropes that painted her face and dripped onto her heaving chest.