Lovely Surprise

Sun hits the driveway. Doris steps out with a bucket and sponge, nothing else on her skin. She starts on Thomas’s car, suds sliding over the paint and then over her own body as she leans in. Water runs down her breasts, between her thighs. Thomas watches from the porch, cock stiffening fast. He moves behind her, hands sliding over wet skin, and she presses back against him, ready. Soon the car is forgotten. He bends her over the hood, parts her cheeks, and works into her ass—slow, then deep, hard. Doris moans, pushing for more, taking every thrust until he pulls out and paints her face. They’re both grinning by the end, wet, spent, and satisfied.