Checking The Pipe Of The Plumber

Kenna James just watched Nathan Bronson finish fixing her bathroom pipes and now she wants to test his. She’s frustrated, husband hasn’t touched her properly in months, and the moment that hunky handyman straightens up, she feels a pulse between her thighs. Her eyes drop straight to the bulge in his coveralls. Before she can stop herself, she steps closer, hooks a finger in his belt, and pulls him toward her. Nathan’s eyebrows shoot up, but he isn’t complaining when her palm cups him through the fabric. One zip, two, and she has him out, hard and warm in her hand. Kenna sinks to her knees on the cool tile, mouth open, tongue already licking along the head like it’s her first drink all day. Her lips slide down, cheeks hollowing, and she hums around every inch like someone who finally found what she’d been missing. Nathan’s fingers tangle in her hair while she works him deep, greedy, wet sounds filling the bathroom as she sucks like it’s the one chore her husband never learned how to do right.