A Break From Chores

Sophia Sterling’s short skirt rides up every time she bends over the kitchen floor. She’s halfway through the mop when Jason Sarcinelli walks in and looks amused. “Finally pulling your weight,” he teases. She rolls her eyes, but asks if he’ll check her technique. He steps closer, and the angle gives him an eyeful. He can’t pretend to focus on the mop. She catches his stare and smirks. “Pretty obvious you want more than floorboards, Daddy. I’ll let you taste it if I get a taste first.” The mop hits the tile. Sophia drops to her knees, unzips him, and wraps her lips around the head. She works him slow, then deeper, tongue swirling, spit shining his shaft. Jason’s hand finds the back of her head as her mouth slides up and down, cheeks hollowing. She pulls off with a wet pop, stands, hikes her skirt, and spreads. He fingers her while she strokes him, then he pulls his hand free, lines up, and pushes inside. One quick thrust, another, and he pulls out just in time, painting her pretty face with thick ropes that land across her lips and cheek. She licks what she can reach, breathing hard, chores forgotten.