Delivery Mix-Up

Justin Hunt's cruising over to snag a package from this client's spot. He knocks, but the door's cracked open like it's begging him in. Steps inside, hollers—no answer. Then Carmen Caliente's voice floats out, all sultry: 'Come on back!' She's wrapped in a skimpy towel, toes curling on the edge of the shower. Towel hits the floor, and bam—curves for days. 'Join me?' she purrs. Justin's eyes bug out; jackpot. He shreds his clothes like they're on fire and dives under the spray with her. She spins, locks lips, hand diving straight to his hardening cock, stroking it firm and teasing. Heat builds fast. 'Bedroom?' she whispers, eyes wicked. He nods, dumbstruck. In the room, he stretches out on the bed while she grinds her full tits and juicy ass all over him, slick and teasing. 'Flip over, stud,' she says, oil dripping from her fingers onto his chest. She slides up and down his oiled skin, whispering, 'You like that, huh?' Justin's brain's short-circuiting—who is this firecracker?—but hell no, he's all in. She drops low, mouth engulfing his dick, gagging deep as she throats his thick, long shaft like a champ. Then, whoosh—she guides him inside her tight heat. He pounds her doggy, hips slamming. Cum's rising; she flips onto her back, tongue out, pointing the target. He unloads ropes into her eager mouth. Delivery? Nailed it.